#Sub Joe Goldberg

[daaydreamy]

punishment

summary: joe gets punished. 

warnings: coarse language, smut, rope bondage, overstimulation

pairing: joe goldberg x fem!reader

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“You’re such a pervert.” 

Joe let out a muffled groan, eyes squeezed shut tightly as he squirmed in the chair he was tied onto. He clenched his hands into fists, letting out pathetic muffled noises as Y/N continued to overstimulate him, making him sob from the sensitivity. He bit down on the panties she had shoved into his mouth, whimpering as he tried to squeeze his thighs together, but failing miserably because his shins were tied to the front legs of the chair. 

“Really, Joe? Stealing my panties?” Y/N scoffed, pulling the lacy white fabric out of his mouth and bringing it down to his cock, keeping it in her hand as she continued to stroke him, making him whine in his throat from the rough feeling against his skin. “I bet you think about me late at night in your bed, don’t you? Just wishing you could fuck me, so why are you struggling?” She had leaned down next to his face, speaking into his ear while he let out shuddering breaths. 

“P-please, it’s too much.” He said brokenly, throwing his head back and making Y/N chuckle softly. He didn’t even know what to do anymore, what to feel, because he would both shy his hips away from her and fuck up into her hand needily, his brain making up all sorts of feelings and sending them down throughout his body and he wasn’t sure what to do with them. 

“Maybe, if I change my mind, I’ll let you fuck me, hm? But no touching, you’ve already proved that you can barely handle yourself. So maybe I can just take care of you, yeah?” Y/N was smiling and she sat down on his lap slowly, watching as his eyes trailed up and down her body, panting softly. 

“Do you want that, Joe?” She asked him, cocking her head to the side a little. 

“Yes.” He whispered. “Yes, god, please.”

a/n: i would never forget about my babygirl 🩷

[purplepleasureswritings]

Breadcrumbs - Joe Goldberg x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 2.5K

Tags: Pegging, Praise kink, No pronouns/ use of Y/N for reader but AFAB terms for genitalia, Bottom Joe Goldberg, Soft Top/ GentleDom Reader

Link to A03 for easier reading: here

Preview:

It all came down to breadcrumbs. 

That is, with your lover, you’ve come to learn. It was easy to plant ideas in his head, get him to warm up to something if you just left a few breadcrumbs in the form of books. 

And there was something you’ve been dying to try. Something you thought would be beneficial for the both of you. A release. 

The two of you met a few months ago when you leased a seedy little sex shop behind Mooney’s. You wanted to expand from having just toys and outfits, to having books as well. Everyone deserves to have a good time with the right tools, knowledge, and consent. So you asked your business “neighbor” where he sourced his books from and although he teased you for the 99 cent harlequin romance novels you could not seem to stay away from, the two of you quickly started dating. 

It feels like a whirlwind, but you have picked up on a few things about your lover, Joe Goldberg. 

His blatant mommy issues for one. The need to please another. The hidden, fleeting moments of desiring to submit, the final. 

Which made you wonder… and grow excited at the possibilities. 

Of course you would have to make it his idea… but you were patient. 

You could wait. 

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You were… cute… the way you had not so subtly been leaving books around the apartment on pegging. The strapons you had left out had also been a bit intimidating but they were also cute. He was picking up what you were putting down and if it would make you happy, then he was game. 

But how to go about bringing it up? He couldn’t seem too eager. He still had to be in control. But he could play this game. 

Maybe if he brought you lunch at your shop and lingered a bit? Or mentioned reading one of the books you left laying about?

Plan in place, he told Ethan he was going out to lunch, grabbing your favorite from the nearby deli before walking back to your shop, Between the Sheets. Your darkened windows had been plastered with sheet music to hide what truly lay deep in your store and he appreciated the cheeky forethought. 

He ducked into your store, walking past the bookshelves he had personally put together, past the lingerie and specialty sheets, to approach the counter you were behind, rearranging some of the body jewelry and… were those nipple clamps? 

“I brought you lunch.” He said, holding up the bag with takeout as you smiled and leaned over the counter to kiss him, not a customer in sight just yet. 

“Thanks, Sweetheart. You’re so thoughtful and the best.” You said sweetly and he smiled, heart fluttering. 

Was this what it was like to be taken care of and adored? Didn’t he deserve to be praised after everything he’s done for you? 

You took the bag from him, looking through it, brow furrowed. 

“You didn’t get anything for yourself?” You asked and he shook his head. Probably best not to eat anything just yet with what he was planning to do. 

“No, I wasn’t that hungry. I’d love to spend lunch with you though, if I won’t be a bother in the store.” He said and you smiled, squeezing his hand. 

“You’re never a bother, Joe, and you are welcome anytime. Feel free to poke around. If you see anything you like, I’ll give you a super special discount.” You said with a wink as he chuckled, weaving around the store to make his way to the back wall of dildos and okay, maybe he underestimated the dongsmiths you spoke so highly of. 

There was no way that massive thing would fit into anyone, right? And the clear one with confetti hearts… he didn’t want that going into him. But maybe going into you… he should look for one that would bring you pleasure too, although he would be sure to take care of you beforehand. 

He stopped in front of a box with a picture of a lilac colored strapless strap, flipping it over to look at the back. Vibrating… one end goes into you… one into… himself, he guessed… it doesn’t look too big… and was a nice enough color. Yup. This is the one. He’s really doing this. 

He brought the box up to the counter as you finished your lunch and threw out the trash, sliding it over the glass towards you. You hummed, smiling as you took it and put it under the counter. 

“Good choice, Baby. When would you like to try it?” You asked and he grabbed his wallet. 

“Is tonight too soon? How much do I owe you?” He asked, a strange flutter of excitement in his belly that confused him. 

“Not at all. I look forward to it. The breadcrumbs paid off. As for owing me… a kiss will do.” You said, making your way around the rounded glass counter to wrap your arms around his neck. He leaned in, breathing in your familiar scent and comforting himself. 

“You weren’t the most subtle.” He teased before kissing you as you laughed against his lips before returning the kiss. You cupped his face and he couldn’t help but lean into your touch. 

“The only thing I ask is that you be honest with me. I don’t want you to do this just because you think it will make me happy. I thought you might like being taken care of for once, but if it is too uncomfortable, then it is more than fine.” You said and he felt himself melt. 

You were so sincere and caring. How could he not do this? It could be a fun adventure and he should experience them outside of books. 

“No. I want to try. I’ll be over to your apartment at 7?” He asked and you smiled tenderly, giving him another peck on the lips. 

“7 it is. Get ready to be spoiled, Joe Goldberg.” 

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This was… nice… He thought it was cute how you were fussing over him, giving him a relaxing massage that had him groaning and achingly hard against the sheets. You kissed his shoulder and he melted into the bed even more as you combed through his thick, dark curls and scratched his scalp. 

“You ready, Baby? How do you want to start?” You asked and he moaned, rolling over to better face you, soothed by the sweet scent of the massage oil. 

“I want to put my mouth on you, first.” He said and you laughed, guiding his hand to your pussy to see how wet you were. He groaned. 

Shit, you really were into this, weren’t you? This taking care of him? It felt… safe. Like he could trust you. That he didn’t have to think so hard. Maybe giving into you for a night wouldn’t mean a loss. 

He pulled you down unto the bed, settling you against the pillows before crawling between your legs and nuzzling your inner thigh. His other encounters had been hurried, frantic bursts of passion. This was soothing…. Sensual… everything the flowery smutty literature he had read out of curiosity promised… only he was going to be taking seven inches of silicone up his ass in a bit. 

He wonders if Mr. Darcy would have done the same for one Miss Elizabeth Bennett, but only fanfiction would know.  

Jane Austen aside, your dripping core was calling to him and sure to be sweeter than any honey. He parted your puffy folds with his thumbs before licking a long strip from your hole to your clit, flicking his tongue around it and moaning as you arched. 

“You’re so good. So sweet. What a talented boy.” You praised and he whimpered against your cunt. He was good. He was sweet. And talented. Finally, someone that could see. 

He might have gotten his hands a bit bloody but it was worth it for this. 

He encouraged you to grind against his face and tongue as he slipped two fingers into you easily, pressing against the spot that had you crying out. 

“That’s it baby. Right there. You’re doing so good, ah!” You cried out, your thighs clamping around his head as blood rushed in his ears at the praise while you came, clenching on his fingers and thrusting up against his tongue to ride out the waves of pleasure. You released him, pulling him up into a kiss and letting him rest on your chest and you stroked his hair with a smile. 

“Still up for your turn?” You asked and he hid in your breasts, face burning with how much he wanted it, his curiosity never abated. 

“That’s alright, Sweetheart. You made me feel so good, what can I do for-” You started to say before he cut you off with a kiss. 

“No! I want…” He said frantically as you softened and cupped his cheek. 

“Alright, we’ll take it slow. I want you to tell me if you feel uncomfortable at any point and we’ll stop. Do you want to face me or on your knees.” You asked and he licked his lips, mouth dry. 

“You… I want to look at you… do.. do you want me to call you anything? That’s how it usually goes, right?” He asked. He hadn’t watched much porn but he’s seen it in a few books and overheard customers in your shop. 

“If you want to, but it’s just us.” You said, smoothing back his curls and kissing him on his forehead. He squirmed slightly but nodded in understanding, watching as you leaned over to grab the bottle of lubricant you had set out on the nightstand. 

You dribbled it on your fingers, rubbing them to warm it up as you pressed a kiss to his stomach. 

“Try your best to relax, Sweetheart. Have you touched yourself down here before?” You asked and he shook his head. Not like he’s ever had much privacy and it wasn’t something that really crossed his mind. 

You hummed, circling his rim with your slick index finger as you pressed distracting kisses to his cock. He moaned, propping himself up to better watch you as you looked up, sucking his tip into your mouth and pressing your finger into him to the first knuckle. 

Okaaaay. That was a bit weird, but not bad. He nodded down at you as you looked up at him with questioning eyes, sucking on his cock while you slid your finger deeper in. Slowly you pumped it in and out as he grew used to it, too distracted by the suction on his cock. Another finger was added and he hissed a bit before relaxing as you rubbed his stomach soothingly and pulled off his cock with lewd, wet pop. 

“You are doing so good, Baby. I’m so happy and proud.” You praised and he whimpered, cock twitching at the praise. 

The way you said it… it didn’t feel demeaning or mocking. It was warm, loving. It was you. 

Maybe this wouldn’t be a one night thing. 

You added a third, pressing a spot inside of him he wasn’t even aware he had as you swallowed him down and he let out a desperate gasp, trying not to cum. He didn’t want to ruin this, no matter how good he felt. 

You pulled off and he whined at the loss, working your fingers in and out of him and stretching him. 

“You can come, Darling.” You whispered and he shook his head. 

“No… not yet.” He said in a rough voice. You nodded, pulling out your fingers gently and sitting on your heels. He watched hungrily as you took the strapless strapon out, slathering both ends with lube before sliding the shorter one into you. 

“Mmm…” You moaned as you adjusted the curve to settle against your clit, stroking the other end that was going to go into him. Wow. Was it bigger than earlier? 

You leaned over, soothing him with a kiss as you rubbed the soft silicone against his rim. 

“Ready?” You whispered and he clung to your neck and tried to give you a cocky little grin that you must have seen through because you were cupping his cheek with your dry hand and pressing little kisses around his face. He huffed. He should be the one taking care of you, reassuring you. 

“I’m not going to break.” He muttered and you smiled against his cheek. 

“I know, my handsome, strong boy. I only want to bring happiness, not pain.” You said as he melted with soft, wondering eyes. He gasped as the head breached his rim, clinging to your neck as you petted his curls, feeding it deeper into him, slowly, gently, until your hips were against his thighs. He trembled, adjusting to it as your hand left his curls to slip behind his back and stroke it. 

“Show me what you’ve got.” He whispered breathlessly as you pulled back to look into his eyes, pulling your hips back, the faux phallus dragging against his inner walls in a way that sent sparks down his spine. 

You pushed in and he moaned helplessly, eyes fluttering. 

“Yeah? Let me take care of you, Sweet Boy.” You whispered, rocking in and out of him as he mewled and whimpered embarrassingly, pulling you close to him so he could hide in your neck. 

You let out a moan of your own, dipping your head and kissing his collarbone as your hips began to pick up their pace, the cock rubbing against that spot again. When you began shaking, your thrusts becoming erratic, your lubricated hand snuck around his cock, stroking it as you looked at him and he… 

He was exploding. He was on fire. Sparks were shattering across his vision as you urged him to cum for you and he was helpless to comply, arching and cumming with a loud shout, bucking in your hold as tears pricked his eyes. You froze, cumming yourself with a loud moan before pulling out and tossing the strapon off the bed, pulling him into your arms. You rubbed his back and pet his curls as he tried to remember how to breathe. 

“That was…” He let out a breathless, happy laugh as you rubbed at the corner of his eyes with a soft smile. 

“You were perfect, Sweetheart.” You said and he snuggled in closer the praise giving him a warmth and deep satisfaction as he was safe in your arms. 

The two of you lay in content silence until his stomach rumbled and he groaned, burying his face in your chest as you laughed. 

“We’ll have to order in. All I have are crumbs of bread.” You said and he grinned. 

Maybe he wouldn’t mind a few breadcrumbs. 

A/N: Honestly when he gets so submissive and whimpering in the show it does something to me. Thinking of doing a Mommy Kink fic where Joe slips up and calls the reader Mommy! Let me know if you would like to see!! I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don't bite so please let me know your reactions and/or what you liked in the comments!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated More pegging favorite characters to come hehe!

[urloveada]

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 || 𝐣𝐨𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠💌™

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: joe goldberg x f!reader

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1.9k+

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: smut, p in v, edging, swearing, vibrator, ‘you belong to me’ vibes, dom/sub undertones; dom!joe, sub!reader. MDNI

𝓷/𝓪: not beta read, i apologize for any errors!! || my new bsf (🤫) has been dying for this fic; i really hope you enjoy!!

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You and Joe finally decided to go out on a date. You’ve both been so busy with work lately you haven’t gotten to spend much time together. Joe’s working full time; you're working part time, but unfortunately your schedules barely line up.

 

It was Joe’s idea to come to this restaurant; this was where you met. So, it’s quite sentimental to the both of you. which is a big reason why your boyfriend is eyeing you angrily as you flirt with the young waiter.

 

Now in your defence, you didn’t mean for the flirting to start; it just happened. He came to take your order but could not keep his eyes off you. Of course Joe noticed; he notices everything, especially when it comes to you. And out of the corner of your eye, you saw Joe clench his jaw in frustration, maybe even jealousy. So that’s when you decided to play along, for as long as Joe would let you, that is.

 

“Okay, your food will be ready in a few minutes. It might take a bit longer since we’re currently low staff.” The young waiter, whose name you learned is Elliot, tells you apologetically.

 

“It’s okay, baby; we aren’t in a rush,” you tell him kindly before he walks away, making sure you emphasize the word 'baby.'

 

Joe stares at you silently, trying to collect his thoughts before he speaks. “What are you doing?” The warning was clear: don’t do it again or you won’t like the consequences.

 

You stay silent, looking innocently at him, until he raises his eyebrows, indicating he’s expecting an answer.

 

“I’m just being polite; is that a problem?” You sass, crossing your arms over your chest.

 

“Oh, you do NOT get to flirt with the waiter than sass me. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Joe asks sternly, keeping eye contact with you as you try looking away.

 

“Oh my, God, Joe. It’s not that big of a deal. Why are you being such a—“

 

“Okay, we have one order of the grilled chicken, with salad on the side,” Elliot cuts you off, bringing your food over, “and one order of steak and baked potatoes.” He slides Joe his dinner.

 

“Can I get you anything else? a refill on your drinks maybe?” Elliot offers the both of you. Joe notices Elliot’s hand slightly brushing against your shoulder but doesn’t comment on it.

 

Joe shakes his head no.

 

“No thanks, darling,” you say, smiling at Elliott as he walks away to take other orders.

 

Joe is now looking at you furiously. “This is your last warning. Do it again, and we’re leaving; do you understand me?” Joe demands, grabbing your chin so you’re making eye contact.

 

You nod your head, but roll your eyes while trying to wriggle out of his grip.

 

“uh, uh. eyes up here. I said, Do you understand me?”

 

“Yeah, okay,” you nod your head. “I understand.”

 

Joe releases his grip and nods his head. “Now eat, please.”

 

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You and Joe eat your dinner peacefully, finally having the evening together Joe wanted. You are so close to finishing your meal without anymore distractions until Elliott comes over one last time to check on you.

 

“Is everything alright?” Elliot asks, sounding like he genuinely cares how your meal is.

 

“It was delicious, thank you,” you reply, setting the fork down and looking up at Elliot. “Wasn’t it good, Joe?" You turn to look at your boyfriend.

 

“Yes, it was. Thank you,” he says politely, despite how annoyed he is with Elliot.

 

“I’m glad to hear that!” Elliot replies happily, “Would you like me to get the bill now?” He asks, collecting your empty plates and utensils.

 

“Yes, love, that sounds wonderful,” you respond with the same level of enthusiasm.

 

Elliot leaves to get the bill, and you look over at Joe, not expecting to see him so angry.

 

“I have told you several times to knock it off. I am sick of you disrespecting me,” Joe says sternly.

 

He leans forward to whisper this last part so only you can hear.

 

“When we get home, you are being punished. I do not care how much you don’t want it; you will be punished for your actions, and that is final. Do you understand?”

 

You look at Joe bewildered. Sure, you wanted to push his buttons; angry sex is the best, is it not? but a punishment? That was something you didn’t expect.

 

"Yes, sir,” you respond sheepishly, “understood.”

 

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The drive home is silent, not even the sound of the radio going. You knew you were going to be in trouble, but not this much trouble.

 

I mean, really? a punishment?  

That’s not necessary. Of course you’d never say this to Joe; he would not approve of this mindset.

 

when you finally arrive home and Joe parks the car in the driveway. There’s a moment or two of silence while he tries collecting his thoughts.

 

He turns to you and grabs your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look him in the eyes when he talks to you.

“When you go inside, I want you to strip completely and wait for me on the bed. I will be inside in a few minutes. Go.”

 

Joe releases his grip, and you scramble out of the car and inside the house, shutting the door behind you. You run up the stairs and go to your shared bedroom.

 

You strip off your clothes, put them in the laundry basket, and wait on the bed as Joe instructed.

 

You heard Joe walking up the stairs a few minutes after you sat down. He wasn’t stomping, which was a good sign.

 

Joe opened the door and looked to the bed, making sure you listened. “Finally learned how to listen, hm?” He teased, walking over to the bed to stand above you.

 

“Go get the vibrator,” Joe says sternly, pointing to the nightstand on the opposite side of you.

 

“Joe, please no,” you plead, making zero effort to do as you’re told.

 

“Now.”

 

You sigh and climb across the bed. opening the drawer aggressively and grabbing the vibrator. Sliding across the bed you had it to Joe, and once again start pleading.

 

“please, please! dont. I’ll be good, Joe.” You give him your best puppy eyes. “So good, I promise.”

 

His eyes soften slightly, and he rubs his thumb across your lips before leaning in and softly kissing them.

 

He pulls back and admires you for a moment before saying, “Lay down, on your back, spread your legs.”

 

You whine but obey him wordlessly, trying your best to prepare yourself for what’s about to happen.

 

“Good girl,” Joe turns on the vibrato to its slowest level and holds it between your legs.

 

You gasp and twitch at the sudden sensation between your legs but say nothing; instead, you grip the soft cotton sheets in order to hold still.

 

“Oh baby,” Joe coos, placing down the vibrator so it won’t move when he lets go. and sits down on a chair beside the bed. “This is only the beginning, and your already gasping and moaning?”

 

You glare at your boyfriend and begin to say something when your cut off by the vibration being turned up a level, using a remote Joe keeps with him.

 

“Joe,” you groan, struggling to keep still. You look over at your boyfriend to see him smiling at you, enjoying watching you struggle to keep your composure.

 

“hmm?” He hums, “What is it, baby?” Turning it up to the max speed, he asks, “Is something wrong?”

 

“Mmm, fuck,” you moan breathlessly, gripping at the sheets even harder.

 

“Use your words,” he tuts.

 

“Please, off,” you beg helplessly, “I'm going to come, please.”

 

“Uh, uh. No, your not.” Joe sits up and pushes the vibrator deeper, rubbing it up and down. “Only good girls get to come. Were you a good girl?”

 

You quickly shake your head no, hopeful that if you obey, you will get the reward of coming.

 

“No? No what, baby, use your words.” He says sternly but not coldly.

 

“No,” you groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. “No, I wasn’t a good girl.”

 

“No, you weren’t,” he agrees, stopping the movement of the vibrator and leaving it still once more. “What were you then? hmm?" joe prompts.

 

“Bad girl,” you answer, arching your back, trying to nonchalantly wiggle away from the vibrations.

 

“Yeah, you were a bad girl.” He notices your wiggles and once again moves the vibrator closer to your clit. “And do bad girls get to come?”

 

“No, they don't.” You give him your best ‘I’ll be a good girl’ eyes, but to no avail.

 

“No, they don’t. Does that mean you get to come?” he asks, finding pleasure in your constant gasps and moans.

 

“No.”

 

“No, you don’t.”

 

You gasp loudly, “Joe, I’m going to come. I can't fight it anymore.” You carefully grind on the vibrator, trying to bring yourself to the orgasm you so badly need.

 

Joe quickly puts an end to that nonsense by taking the vibrator away. “Oh, baby, wrong decision.”

 

Joe waits a few minutes to let you come down from your almost orgasm, then puts the vibrator right back between your thighs.

 

“Oh,” you gasp, gripping at Joe's wrists, your nails digging into his skin. “Please stop. I’ll be good, I promise,” you beg. At this point, you’re willing pretty much anything to get him to stop.

 

“yeah? you have?" He gently removes your nails from digging into him.

 

“Yes! Oh, God, yes.” you all but yell. “I’ll never, ever flirt with someone else again.”

 

“Yeah, I know you won’t,” he agrees, unbuckling his pants and pulling them off.

 

You watch Joe strip, just now noticing how hard he is. Joe pulls down his boxers, and his dick springs out.

 

Joe climbs on the bed with you and removes the vibrator. “Show me how much of a good girl you can be.”

 

You eagerly climb on Joe's lap and position yourself on his cock. Joe slides inside you easily.

 

“Hmm, so wet for me, yeah?” Joe teases, kissing your neck.

 

“Yes,” you reply, turning your neck to the side so he has better access, as you begin to rock back and forth on Joe.

 

He flips you over your laying underneath him while he starts pounding into your dripping wet pussy.

 

You whimper and dig your nails into Joe's back. “Joe,” you pant, “don’t stop, I’m close.”

 

He continues pounding you. “No one will ever make you feel this good,” he whispers in your ear. “Look at you, so needy for me.” He kisses your lips rather aggressively, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

 

You moan in pleasure and run hand through Joe's hair, tugging on it, so his face is closer to yours.

 

You pull back from the kiss to moan out, “Joe, I’m going to come.” He continues, not slowing down his pace.

 

“Come for me, baby, that’s it. good girl,” he praises as you finish.

 

Joe comes shortly after and pulls out. You both flop on your backs, trying to catch your breath. After a minute or so, Joe turns to you. “I meant what I said. No one will make you feel as good as I do.”

 

You nod in agreement, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. “I know,”

 

Joe pulls you close; you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes.

 

“You’re mine; you got that?”

 

“Mhmm,” you hum. “Believe me, I won’t forget.”

𝓷/𝓪: requests are open!! feel free to use whenever you want.

[hoosurdaddy]

Nest.

Pairing: Joe Goldberg x reader x Love Quinn.

ummary: You’ve been in their home for weeks now. Maybe months. Time’s slippery when you’re kept warm, fed, worshipped. You should feel like a pet. Like a prisoner. But all you feel is wanted. Needed. Maybe even… loved.

Warnings: NSFW (explicit sex), obsession, unhealthy dynamics, possessive/controlling behavior, manipulation, dubcon-adjacent (reader is drugged lightly for “relaxation”), voyeurism, dom/sub undertones, pet names, praise kink, mild biting, dark romance themes.

You have been warned.

Not taking requests.

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The sheets smell like vanilla, linen, and Love’s skin.

You stretch slowly, the silk blindfold still warm against your eyelids. There’s a buzz in your limbs—not quite sedation, not quite arousal. Something between. Something intentional. You know the tea Love gave you an hour ago had something in it. You’re past questioning it. You always feel good afterward. Calm. Soft. Docile.

Joe’s voice cuts through the haze, low and careful.

“You look perfect like this.”

You hear the click of a camera. Not a phone. A real camera. The kind he used back when he said he “wanted to capture the truth of things.”

“You’re taking pictures?” your voice is hoarse, half-curious, half-sleepy.

“You’re art, baby,” Love whispers from the foot of the bed. “We can’t keep you all to ourselves and not at least look when you’re not here.”

You feel a kiss on your knee. Then your thigh. Then teeth.

Your breath hitches.

Love climbs up between your legs like a predator, hands sliding up your sides, her tongue darting out to taste your skin. She’s naked. You can feel her heat against your leg.

“She’s wet already,” Love purrs to Joe. “Just from hearing your voice.”

There’s the sound of something being set down. The camera. Then the rustle of clothing. Joe’s taking his shirt off. You know the sounds now. You know the feel of him when he presses against you—sharp hipbones, calloused hands, thick and patient where it counts.

“Of course she is,” Joe says, now closer, breath hot against your ear. “She knows she belongs to us.”

The words make your thighs press together involuntarily. Love pushes them apart again, chuckling. “Uh-uh, sweetheart. No hiding from us.”

They don’t ask for permission anymore. But somehow, you never feel forced. It’s like they’ve trained you—slowly, lovingly, breaking you down until this became your sanctuary.

Joe’s hands slide beneath your back, lifting you slightly so he can kiss along your collarbone. His voice is gentle. Too gentle for how rough he can be.

“You’re our pretty little pet, aren’t you?”

You nod.

Even blindfolded, you can feel their smiles.

Love licks a long, slow stripe from your navel to your chest. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

Joe’s fingers wrap around your throat—not to choke, just to hold. “Good girl.”

You feel Love’s fingers first. Then her mouth. Joe keeps whispering—dirty things, loving things, terrifying things. You lose track of where one of them ends and the other begins. You’re breathless, aching, unraveling under four hands, two mouths, one obsession.

They don’t stop until you beg.

Even then, they keep going just a little longer. Just to hear you cry.

[feelslikesugarinme777]

[inn0c3ntd3m0n]

i crave mutual obsession. i want to be addicted to someone. i want my body to be completely theirs. i want it so nothing else can turn me on, just them.

i want us to be so bad that we can't keep our hands off each other. i don't want someone to fix me. i want them to make me so much worse. i want to be absolutely ruined in the most beautiful way possible.

[deadgirlsnoring]

IM CRAZIER — JOE GOLDBERG

Summary; He’s crazy, but you can be crazier.

Contents; Begging, slightly sub!joe, slight dacryphilia, pain kink, p in v, unprotected sex, edging, black fem reader, possessive reader, reader has female anatomy, reader has glasses in this, but you can pretend she doesn’t if you don’t have them.

It was your big pouty lips that drew him in, the way you looked while being lost in a book. You were everything he wanted in a women, he had to have you, it could only be you.

The way you smelled, mm. You smelt like vanilla, subtle though, he hated the strong scent. He loved when you changed your hairstyles, felt like he was meeting a different part of you every time.

The blonde, the brown, but he really liked when you went outside basic colors. Joe hoped to see you in blue maybe, it was his favourite color.

Well that’s what he told you.

You didn’t know whether it was true or not, he always just wanted to please you and lying about his preferred color was something he would certainly do.

Joe wondered what you were like outside of the library, and it was hard to find you. You were always home, he liked that.

Stalking you wasn’t enough, he had to see you outside his place of work, you were all he ever wanted.

Your black glasses framed your face perfectly, it blended well with your perfect skin tone.

The first interaction you guys had was when you took out a scientific book; what keeps scientists up at night.

He knew you were smart, the way your smile grew brighter when he complimented your book. Joe knew nothing about it, but he could pretend he did.

You seemed to liked him. He had a nerdy vibe, pathetic almost. Drove you in, and he knew right then and there he was yours.

You couldn’t help but stay around his workplace later than you needed to, growing jealous when he talked to another woman. You didn’t know he was already taken; by you of course.

It got worse as the weeks went by, when you saw a girl write her number down and slide it onto the table he was sitting at you just happened to pop up, crumbling it before he even caught a glance.

He didn’t know what you would do for him, he was yours. You didn’t care whether he thought so or not, he was going to eventually.

When you guys bumped into each other outside where you usually did, it wasn’t on purpose on your end, neither was it on his.

“H-Hey! Y/n right? It’s me, Joe.” He gave you a cheeky smile, how cute, “Mhm, you work at the library.”

Joe fell in love with the way you responded so carelessly, but he knew while you said so few words they were laced with the love you had for him.

He was convinced you were obsessed with him, oh how he was right.

While itching the back of his head his eyes fell towards your chest. You wore it just for him, but he didn’t know that.

You were perfect to him, no flaws in sight.

“I was wondering, you wanna get some coffee? I know a great place.” Your eyes darkened at his slight plea for your heart, “Of course, tomorrow at 3?”

It’s like he couldn’t breathe, time had stopped and you were the only thing he could see.

“I’ll come get yo—why don’t we just meet at the library?” Your smile softened, you didn’t even realize the mess he thought he got himself into.

You made him so hot and bothered, he couldn’t help but hump his pillow imagining it was you. Tears springing in his eyes as he wouldn’t let himself cum, needing your permission somehow.

Joe hadn’t came in weeks, he didn’t wanna disappoint you. You saw it all through his window, how stupid he was to keep his blinds open.

Like he wanted you to see how much of a mess you made him. You saw, and you knew.

Made your panties get slick with your wetness, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into testing you.

You just wanted to caress his skin, scratch him, bite him. Show him just how he made you feel.

The two of you hit it off at the cafe, it was bound to happen. Both of you had researched everything about each other, knowing all of the opposites interests.

It was only right that you guys ended up together, it was either that or you’d be together in death.

2 weeks had past since you guys made it official, you made him wait. Everybody had said he plotted on you, not knowing how long you had been watching him since you even went into the library.

It was all apart of your plan. Joe was coming over, all you ever wanted to do was make him beg, make him tell you that you were the only one.

Even though you knew that already, if there was somebody else you would know.

A knock on the door made you smile, you were already dressed the part.

Pretty black heels, along with your favourite black and pink matching set. He loved your ass and tits, every single part of you made him feel like blowing up.

Joe kissed you on the lips, not even realizing what you had on. He was just too obsessed with your pretty little face. Til he realized you weren’t always this tall, he looked down, immediately feeling warmth spring up to his cheeks.

“You like it sweetie? Just for you.” Grabbing his hand you walked him through your apartment. He already knew what it looked like the second day he met you.

“Just for me huh?” His voice came out in on breath, like he was suffocating. Joe hadn’t came for months, the only thing you would do with him was kiss.

He didn’t mind, anything with you was something big for him.

“Sit down baby, but first. Undress will you?” You watched as his eyes lit up, a small smile creeping onto his face. Those pretty big eyes, looking straight at you while he stripped.

Joe didn’t know what you really wanted, so he just took off his pants and shirt, left in his boxers. You already knew what he looked like, the size and the shape.

“All of it Joe, don’t be dumb now.” He cherished how you talked to him, like he was just an ordinary dude.

But he knew, he knew he was everything to you.

“M’sorry.” Joe mumbled, his hard on slapping against his stomach. All you did was watch him, leaning against your dresser.

Slowly stepping out of the heels he bought you, your pretty baby pink toes made their appearance.

He was already oozing pre cum, you knew your baby was soo close. “You better not cum, Joesph. Sit on the bed.”

A whine fell loose, but he obeyed. Doing exactly what you asked. Slowly crawling up towards him, you were perked up between in legs, massaging the inside of his thighs.

Made him whimper, his pink bottom lip just begging to be bit down on.

“Fuck please, please touch me Y/n.” Tilting your head to the side, you frowned, “Is this not enough for you? Am I not doing enough?”

Before he could even form a reply you slapped him, the harsh touch making his eyes water and his cock twitch.

You couldn’t help but giggle, softly rubbing the spot in circles.

“You’re a bad boy, oh but you liked that didn’t you? Hm Joe? Tell me.”

He let out a choked moan, his eyes low and dark. The man nodded before he could even let words out.

“I love it, you know I do,” He moved his hair out of his face, just to see you more clearly, “Do it again? Fuck please mama.”

You caressed his thighs, before your sharp short french tips ruined his pretty pale skin.

“Mmf-fuck, hurts.” You laughed softly, “Oh baby I know, you want me to stop?” You didn’t even finish your sentence before he begged you not to.

Harshly gripping the base of his cock, his head hitting the back of your headboard when your cold hand made contact with him.

“Please, o-oh fuck please, please.” He didn’t know what he was begging for. Release? More pain? Joe didn’t know.

You were going so fast, his body couldn’t control itself.

The tears were welling up, but when you kitten licked his tip the man’s brain got fuzzy, his vision fogging up.

He hadn’t even realized you unclipped your bra, letting his cum coat your pretty big tits. “Baby? You did so good, but look.” He blinked for a few seconds, regaining his eyesight.

Joesph still was shooting out his semen, it was so much. Always been an overachiever.

You just looked so pretty with his cum all over your chest, his breathing got heavier. He could feel himself getting hard again when you took your thumb and wiped his semen off the side of your lip, sucking on it while maintaining eye contact.

“Shit. Thank you, mm thank you,” You motioned to your boobs, “but you made a mess on me, you know what you do with messes.”

Smirking slightly, you shuffled just in front of his face, smiling when he cupped your waist. Joe licked up all of his cum off your chest, sucking and kissing on each of your nipples in the process.

You giggled, it tickled almost. You grabbed ahold of his tip again, pressing your big lips against his.

They swallowed his, just how he liked it. The man was panting in your mouth, trying to catch up but the pain he was feeling was taking over.

You bit his bottom lip hard just when the pain turned into pleasure. His tears dripped onto your skin, he was always the most sensitive.

“Mhm, I’m gonna, please? Please let me.” You let go, a loud groan erupting from his lips. Then you did it again, bringing him on the brink of release.

“I wanna cum,” He sobbed, his hand reaching for your free one, gripping it so tightly. Shaking your head softly, you stopped, peppering him with small kisses.

You didn’t wanna make it deep, because you knew how he’d react.

Laying wet kisses on his stomach you made your way down, biting harshly above his pelvis. He took a deep breath, whimpering loudly. Joe didn’t know what to do with his hands so he gripped onto your bedsheet.

“Hurts so much.” Furrowing your brows you pulled away, a grin planted on your face and the mark you left.

“You want me to stop Joseph? I can leave you like this if you want.” He shook his head, pouting.

“Don’t leave me, no. You can’t. I c-can take it, you know I can. Keep going Y/n, don’t stop.” You couldn’t leave him, not when he was like this, not ever.

He felt so warm, his blood was boiling at your every touch.

“Tell me more, you got me so wet Joe.” Joseph moaned, your words. The way they fell off your sweet tongue.

When you kissed the sweet spot on his neck, a shaky breath left his lips. “I love what you do to me, make me feel so good. Don’t ever want you to stop, oh fuck. Rig.. Right there, p-please keep going.”

Your hand had made its way to his tip, squeezing gently while moving your hand in an up and down motion.

His body was twitching, every touch making him feel like fainting. You stopped, getting yourself situated above his leaking head.

“Mhm, so good Joe.” You pulled your panties aside, lowering yourself down you let out a breath. You bottomed out, pushing up your glasses a little.

Gripping his chin, you pressed a quick kiss on his bottom lip, the same place you so harshly bit.

Every move hit her spot so perfectly, he was molded just for you. “I’m yours.” He whispered, his voice coming out raspy and broken.

“Hm, what was that bunny?” His ears perked up at the pet name, smiling a toothy grin.

“I’m yours Y/n, a-all yours.” You loved that, so when you cupped his throat he didn’t protest, just watching you with pure lust in his eyes.

“This dicks mine?” He nodded as well as he could, a broken moan coming out, “Say it.” You huffed, moving faster, not slowing down when he tried to steady your hips.

“It’s yours, f-fuck I promise. Shit, shit. Don’t stop, fuck please don’t stop.”

You fell undone on his lap, your head falling into his neck. His orgasm was ruined once again, and he whined, a tear falling down.

You quietly snickered, you knew what he wanted, he was so desperate. When you started to move again the man’s eyes rolled back into his head.

“Can I cum? Please?”

“You better, don’t want me to get off do you? Cause bunny I will, I’m feeling a little tired after all.”

You clenched around him, a choked moan escaped and you pressed your lips to his. “Hah, fuck. Hurts so good.”

Continuing your movements you felt him twitch inside you, he edged himself for so long it was crazy how much he could stop himself from cumming unless you told him to.

“Come onn, make me happy.” You moved up, clenching around his tip before slamming yourself back down.

You sighed deeply when you felt him coat your warm walls. He was so cute like this, so pussy drunk.

Riding him through his orgasm you caressed his skin softly, kissing him everywhere.

Joesph literally felt like he was floating, he couldn’t breathe. When he thought you were gone, your smell was back and he knew he wasn’t alone.

xo, liah

[orchidsncrake]

where were you when i was out of line?

pairing/fandom: joe goldberg/rhys montrose, you (2018)

rating: explicit

tags: pwp, dom/sub, dom!joe goldberg, sub!rhys montrose, power bottom joe goldberg, service top rhys montrose, rhys is the eat-the-rich killer, degradation, praise kink, punishment, anal sex

word count: 4,664

summary: rhys gets jealous and kills kate, and joe is not best pleased. how else are you meant to reprimand your psychopathic stalker but turn him into a lovely service top?

ao3: where were you when i was out of line? - orchidsncrake - You (TV 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

fic under the cut :)

“You’re fucking impossible, Rhys,” Joe hisses, ushering the other into his apartment and slamming the door behind them. He takes off his coat in a huff, hanging it on the hook. He reaches out his hand for Rhys’ overcoat, but when the other only raises his eyebrow at him, mouth slightly agape, Joe tugs it off him himself. 

“That’s expensive wo-” “Shut the fuck up.” Rhys’ mouth snaps shut, and he cooperates. He tosses it into the hook next to his own and paces it deeper into the apartment, hands waving wildly. He runs them through his hair, messying it. He finally stops, hands on his hips and eyes boring into Rhys, who hasn’t moved from the entryway.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” He spits, trying and failing to regulate his breathing. He feels he may burst an artery. 

“I’m so glad you asked,” Rhys responds, sliding all too easily into his usual playful demeanor. “I was thinking that I was sick of that bitch getting in the way,” he snaps, slipping from playful to venomous in half a second.

“So you kill her?” He asks, voice pitchy and shrill. Rhys slides further into the apartment, presumably to try to soothe Joe, but Joe holds a shaking finger at him, and he stills.

“Come on, mate. It’s not like you to care so much about some girl ,” Rhys says, rolling his eyes with the last words. He stands with his palms outstretched, almost supplicating. 

“That ‘girl’ is Katherine fucking Galvin!” He all but shrieks. “Now you haven’t only killed Malcolm, but his girlfriend, too! Who, need I remind you, is only the heiress to one of the most famous, powerful companies in the world.”

“Was.”

Joe’s eye twitches. “What?” “Was. Was the heiress,” Rhys responds, looking up from under his brows. Joe could kill him.

“I should fucking– I don’t even know! What do you do when your psychopathic stalker murders your neighbor? Spank him?” Joe rambles.

“If you’re nasty,” Rhys snarks, apparently suicidal. Joe stares at him, astonished. “Look, I’m sorry I’ve upset you, alright?” Rhys tries again, eyes trained on Joe’s clenched fists. “But she really was a problem, mate. The whole lot of them are-”

“No. Do not tie this to your Robin Hood killing-the-wealthy bullshit because that’s not what this is.” He paces around in tight circles, tugging frantically at his hair and sweater. “This is you being a fucking wackjob that can’t go a week without murdering someone because you have the self-control of a hormonal teenager.”

Rhys’ eyes narrow at the last comment. “It’s not hormonal.”

Joe flounders. “That’s what you’re latching onto? You just killed a woman because, what, she might’ve looked at me once, and you’re pissed that I said it’s hormonal?”

Rhys waves his hand dismissively, unwilling to explain himself. “She didn’t just look at you once, did she? She leered damn near constantly, always gawking at you from across the room. You just didn’t see it.”

“You,” Joe starts, pointing a shaking finger at Rhys again, “are out of your goddamn mind.”

Rhys only deadpans him, though the corners of his mouth pinch in suppressed annoyance. “She had to go. She wasn’t going to do you any good.”

“She wasn’t going to do me any good, or she was doing me better than you?”

Rhys’s lip curls up in a sneer, and Joe is almost surprised by the hostility. “She isn’t better than me,” he bites out.

“I don’t know, Rhys,” he presses his palm to his forehead. “She doesn’t go around killing people, does she? Didn’t she?”

“I did it for you!” Rhys shouts suddenly, pumping his fist down. Joe blinks, taken aback. He never gets angry, and certainly not to the point of yelling. He’s never seen Rhys with any other expression than vague sadistic pleasure. At least he knows what to do with that (namely, stare blankly at him until he goes away), but this – his jaw clenching, eyes squinting, and neck tendon pulled tight – this he has no idea what to do with. He stares at him, speechless. “Can’t you see that I’m doing it for you?” Rhys says, voice cracking slightly. “I got rid of her for you! For us.” He swipes a hand over his face as if trying to pull on his usual cool veneer.

“Why would killing someone be good for me?” Joe asks incredulously, his voice soft. He doesn’t have any more energy for yelling.

Rhys laughs a bit hysterically and throws his hands up. “I don’t know, Joe . But it’s what I know how to do.”

“Well, you can’t anymore,” Joe says. “No more killing, no more body part harvesting, no more anything but your crochet needles and mayoral campaign.” He knows it sounds strikingly similar to putting his foot down – actually, he knows that’s precisely what this is, but he doesn’t know what else to do. He can’t just forgo telling him not to kill people.

“You cannot be serious,” Rhys scoffs. He rubs his temples impatiently. “This is what you are, Joe. You’re a killer, and so am I. That’s why we work! Your other girlfriends,” he spits the word, “didn’t know you like I do.”

“The last one did, but she kept fucking killing people with wild abandon until I had to kill her,” Joe groans, the memory an old wound by now.

“Is that what you’re going to do, Joe? Kill me?” The way Rhys hums the words is nauseating.

“You’re jealous. That’s all this is,” Joe says, skipping the argument — no point in fighting with a psychopath about morals.

“Jealous?” Rhys parrots, raising his brows.

“Yes, jealous. You already admitted it. You killed Kate because she allegedly looked at me too often. You killed Malcolm to get my attention, and it worked, and when you didn’t keep every fucking ounce of it, it was Simon, then Gemma. Honestly, I think you just killed her because you were bored, and it had nothing to do with protecting me. And now, Kate.” He pauses to take a breath, tapping his foot. An insane idea occurs to him, and he’s too pissed not to say it. “Is getting you to stop killing as easy as giving you more attention?”

Rhys stares at him, and Joe watches as his expression morphs from anger to poorly concealed embarrassment. Joe barks out a hysterical laugh.

“You killed Kate to get my attention ?”

“Well, you were distracted, weren’t you?” Rhys explodes. “Always worried about Kate and her stupid fucking billion-dollar sob story. I did you a favor!”

“You disobeyed me,” Joe seethes. “I told you, we do what I say when I say it, and you went and did whatever you wanted anyway. You see how that’d be upsetting, don’t you?” Rhys shrinks away from him, looking almost timid, though Joe isn’t crazy enough to think he’s capable of that. “I did it for you,” he repeats feebly. 

“What do you want, Rhys? When you planned to kill Kate, how did you see this going?”

“I had hoped you’d appreciate the effort.”

“Like a cat owner appreciates the disemboweled half of a mouse, right?”

Rhys pulls a face. “Not exactly.”

Joe huffs and then points at the bedroom. “Go.”

“What?”

“Now is not the time to test me, Rhys. I’m still pissed with you and would very much like to beat you senseless, but I’m choosing to be the bigger person here. Now go.” He shakes his hand again for emphasis. Rhys gives him a sidelong look but turns on his heels and makes his way towards the bedroom. “Shoes.” He freezes and sighs, then two dull thuds of dress shoes hitting the rubber mat. Then Joe is alone in the living room.

How the hell does he get himself in these situations? Only he could move to London with the distinct purpose of not killing people and instead end up in a situationship with an Englishman with a penchant for mutilation. A possessive one, at that, who occasionally behaves how Joe expects an evil labrador would. He has to be cursed or something similar. He combs his fingers through his hair, haphazardly smoothing it down, and takes a deep breath to steel his nerves. We will not kill Rhys. We will not kill Rhys. He doesn’t know any better, like an untrained -  oh, who is he kidding? He knows better. He’s just out of his goddamn mind. He walks down the hall and into the bedroom.

Rhys is sitting on the bed already, one ankle resting on the other knee, trying too hard at nonchalance. When he comes in, he looks up at Joe, but his eyes dart back down at the sound of the door latching. Joe stands at the edge of the bed, a few feet from Rhys, and crosses his arms.

“Look at me.” Rhys, for his part, obeys, but not without an attitude. He looks up at Joe with a faint smirk, brows raised in challenge. Then he sits back, hands folded in his lap, and cocks his head at him. “Don’t be a brat,” Joe says quickly. That, at least, gets Rhys to falter. He smiles incredulously.

“What?”

“You wanted my attention. You have it now. Don’t make me kick you out.” That gets him to shut up, and the slight timidity from before returns. Joe steps forward until his shins press against Rhys’, and he runs a hand through the other’s hair. He uses it as leverage to tilt his head up to look at him. “I’m going to talk now, and you’ll keep your mouth shut. Understand?” Rhys looks like he’s about to make some comment, but a sharp tug at his hair silences him. He nods his head. “You disobeyed me, Rhys, and I’m tempted just to leave you to your thoughts tonight to punish you.” He cards through Rhys’ hair again, almost grinning at how the other leans into it. “But I won’t, because then you’ll just go and kill someone else, won’t you?” He asks almost angrily, digging his fingers into Rhys’ scalp. “And I can’t have that. So, I’m going to allow you to make it up to me in a way that benefits us both. How’s that sound?”

Rhys blinks up at him a bit slowly. His clasped hands are untangled, and they rest limply in his lap. “Good,” he says roughly. Joe nods agreeably.

“Good. Now, I know you aren’t good at resisting your impulses, as you’ve proven one again,” Rhys’ lip curls for a moment before relaxing, pacified by Joe’s petting, “but you are good at the other end of the instinctual spectrum.” Rhys cocks his head, smirking a bit as he immediately understands Joe’s point, the pervert. He nods, and Joe echoes the movement. “Do you want to fuck me, Rhys?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Rhys breathes cockily. He gets his hair pulled for it.

“I will let you. It is a privilege, especially after that stunt, and you will have to earn everything up to and throw it. You will do everything I tell you to to the best of your ability as a lesson in obedience because–?” Joe trails off expectantly. Rhys’ nose wrinkles.

“Because I killed Kate.”

“Right. And not only did you kill Kate…”

“I killed her after you told me not to,” Rhys all but pouts.

“See, you are smart. Now undo my belt.”

Rhys jumps at the order, forgetting the humiliation from moments before in the face of something he wants. He really does have a one-track mind when you think about it, Joe muses. His belt clangs and Rhys immediately goes to undo his slacks, but Joe tuts. “Did I say you could unbutton my pants yet?”

Rhys sighs, shoulders drooping, though his fingers don’t move from Joe’s fly. He looks up at Joe with his best puppy dog eyes. “No.”

“Do you want to ask?” Joe coerces. Rhys rolls his shoulders.

“May I please–” he starts, voice dripping with sarcasm, but Joe cuts him off by pulling his hair painfully. “ Ah – may I undo your slacks?” He tries again, sans sarcasm.

“Yes, you may,” Joe says, smoothing Rhys’ hair. Rhys undoes his slacks, then looks up at Joe for more permission. Joe nods, smiling softly, and Rhys pushes his slacks down until Joe can step out of them, leaving him in his boxers. “Now sit up at the pillows.” Rhys slides up the bed, still fully dressed, sitting with his back against the headboard. He watches as Joe strips off his sweater, then his button-down and undershirt, leaving him in only his underwear. Rhys’ eyes rove over his body shamelessly, then flick up to meet Joe’s.

“Do you think you’ve earned preparing me?” Joe asks just to be a dick. He’s entitled to it. He watches Rhys battle himself in his head, caught between saying yes to be a prick or saying no and getting the night on with. Finally, his better judgment wins out, and he shakes his head. “I’m glad we agree.” Joe gets up on the bed on his knees and slides a hand down his torso teasingly, dipping his thumb into his waistband and pulling the slightest bit, but not enough. “Get the lube from the nightstand, then set it on the bed.” Rhys complies, his more basal desires winning out over his common sense, as always. Joe picks up the bottle and toys with it, then beckons Rhys forward. “Take off my boxers.

Rhys’ eyes flit between Joe’s midriff and face as he dips his fingers into his boxers, pulling them down slowly. As soon as Joe’s cock is visible, though, he gives up eye contact altogether and settles to gawk. He’s still soft – in all honesty, he’s still pissed, and he’s never been one to get it up out of anger – but Rhys seems wholly unbothered as he helps Joe out of them and then tosses them on the floor. Joe gets off the bed and walks around Rhys before settling against the headboard, taking his spot. Rhys turns around, still on his knees, and watches as Joe lubes his fingers.

“You’re going to stay right there,” he starts, spreading his legs and sliding his hand between them, “and watch me. You’ll only touch me when I say you can, understand?”

Rhys nods, resituating on his knees. “Yes.” He gawks at Joe’s hand, and Joe smirks, pressing his middle finger into himself. He lets out a shaky breath, settling deeper into the bed and letting his legs fall open further. He sinks his finger into the knuckle and rolls his hips down, acclimating. Rhys makes a strangled sound and Joe opens his eyes, not remembering having let them slide shut, to grin at him.

“Do you like watching?” He taunts, pumping his finger carefully. Rhys sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and nods stiffly. “I bet you’d like to be the one fingering me more, though, wouldn’t you?” “Yes, fuck, of course, I would,” Rhys breathes.

“And why aren’t you?” Joe draws his finger out and pushes in with two, grunting softly. Rhys’ tongue laves over his lip.

“Because I killed that bitch, Kate,” Rhys hisses. Joe kicks him quickly in the side, not too hard, but enough to make a point. “Because I killed Kate, and you told me not to,” he corrects, rubbing his ribs. 

Joe hums approvingly and lets his head loll back, hips rocking gently against his hand. He fits a third finger in and then calls it good. His cock has chubbed up a bit and lays against his hip. He takes it in his fist, pumping slowly, torturing them both. “Stand up and strip.”

Rhys does as he’s told, quickly shedding his slacks, sweater, undershirt, and boxers. Joe watches the show hotly, languidly jacking himself, exhaling when it feels too good. “Now up here, between my legs on your knees.” He spreads his legs to welcome Rhys, releasing his cock to stroke his shoulder. He uses his left hand to pet down Rhys’ chest, tracing the lines of his abs, purposefully avoiding the gaze that’s boring into his skull. Finally, he looks up and grins at how wide and pleading Rhys’ eyes are. He cups his cheek.

“There he is,” he murmurs, stroking his cheekbone. “Isn’t it better when you listen to me?” Rhys, testament to how beside himself Joe has gotten him, only nods and greedily looks over Joe’s body. Joe chuckles and spreads his legs more. “You’ve been good so far, Rhys. Do you think you’ve earned fucking me?”

“Please,” he whispers, forgoing the question. “Please, can I kiss you?”

Joe raises an eyebrow. “You want to kiss me?”

“Yes,” Rhys rasps, eyes darting to Joe’s lips. “Please let me.”

Joe laughs and pets Rhys’ hair when the other makes a face. “You’re going to have to prove you deserve it.”

Rhys grumbles unhappily but accepts the answer. He falters, not knowing how exactly he’s allowed to prove it. Joe answers his unasked question by shifting further down the bed until his head rests on the pillows. Rhys follows, settling between Joe’s legs. He makes for the nightstand drawer, but Joe stops him. “You’re not using one tonight.”

Rhys furrows his brows but decides not to question it, apparently worried that mentioning the irregularity will change Joe’s mind. Joe slicks his hand again with lube as Rhys positions himself above him on all fours, bracketing him. They’re about the same size, Rhys even a bit leaner, but he looks small to Joe like this. Staring down at him like he’s worried this will all be taken away in the next moment, like Joe will admit this is all a cruel joke, and of course, he wouldn’t let him fuck him after he outwardly disobeyed him, was Rhys stupid? Joe softens his gaze and scratches Rhys’ nape, enjoying this raw version of him more than he’d ever admit. Just like he’d never admit that Rhys killing Kate did mean something to him, that the gesture, if it could even be called that, didn’t only anger him. It was thoughtful on some twisted level. He likes being wanted so consumingly by someone that they’d kill for him, and he likes even more being able to trust them to clean up their mess. Still, he can’t very well encourage that kind of behavior, and so he’d needed to have a firm hand. It was for Rhys’ own good. 

Joe carefully takes Rhys into his hand, humming when the other gasps into his ear. He strokes him slowly, squeezing a bit at the head the way Rhys likes, careful not to set him off too early. He tends to get overexcited when Joe takes charge, and while it’s sometimes adorable, Joe would rather not have prepared himself for nothing. Speaking of, he’d better get a move on.

“Are you going to fuck me nicely, Rhys?” Joe says filthily, rolling his wrist to hit a sensitive spot. Rhys bucks into his hand. “Hm? Are you going to listen to me like you should have in the first place?”

Rhys squeezes his eyes shut above him, panting hotly. “Yes, Joe, I will.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. Please, I’ll listen.”

“Tell me how much you want it,” he teases, enjoying keying up the other.

“So bad, Joe. You’re incredible. I need you, please,” Rhys presses his nose into Joe’s neck and inhales, which had been weird initially but something Joe quickly came to appreciate. Any display of devotion was fine by him. “Please, I’m sorry. Please let me.”

It’s the former apology that finally wins Joe over. He releases Rhys’ cock and grabs his hips instead, pulling him further between his legs. Rhys looks up at him wide-eyed, looking for reassurance, which he gets in a nod. His mouth drops open as Joe guides his dick to rest against his hole, making him into little more than a tool, which Rhys is very obviously enjoying. He likes to feel useful. Rhys lowers himself onto his forearms and presses his hips forward far gentler than usual, and Joe guides him, drawing him in with both hands on his ass. Joe groans low in his chest as Rhys slides home, cradling the other’s head to his neck, letting him breathe him in. 

“Good boy,” Joe praises when Rhys’ hips press flush to his ass. He strokes his back soothingly, rolling his eyes at the ceiling as Rhys insists on keeping his face buried in his neck. He feels wetness and recognizes it as Rhys’ tongue and considers scolding him but decides against it. It’s better that he just licks than bites – he doesn’t know how he’d hide the bite mark of a grown man. Or worse, explain it when someone sees.

“Can I move?” Rhys rasps, hands flexed at Joe’s side.

“Yes, Rhys, you can move,” Joe says, trying to steady his voice. Rhys nods, and Joe can hear his saliva crackle when he swallows thickly. Rhys draws back slowly and rolls his hips just as tentatively. “It’s okay, Rhys. I’m not mad,” Joe admits, deciding he can’t take upsetting him any longer. He’s pissed – or was – but he doesn’t hate him. He could never afford to.

“You’re not?” Rhys asks, sounding pitiful.

Joe pets his hair and gropes his ass a little firmer, spurring him to thrust deeper. “No, I’m not. I wa–” he cuts himself off with a gasp when Rhys angles his hips lower. “I was before,” he starts again, swallowing to contain himself, “but I’m not mad at you. You worried me.” Joe cups Rhys’ face and draws him up to see his face. He kisses Rhys’ cheek and pets his hair. He wraps his legs around his hips, guiding his thrusts more.

“I’m sorry,” Rhys whispers feebly, hiding his face in Joe’s neck again. Humility isn’t his strong suit, and Joe again allows him the comfort.

“I know you are.” Joe digs his nails into Rhys’ ass a bit, adding a bit of deserved pain but not able to bring himself to really hurt him. “You can make it up to me now, Rhys. Don’t you want that?”

Rhys nods and tries to say something in the affirmative, but his voice only cracks and fails. His thrusts get a little rougher. Joe tuts, and he gentles. Rhys tests different speeds, waiting for Joe to praise or scold him, until finally, Joe scratches his head pleasantly and moans openly. He tilts Rhys’ hips a bit until he’s hitting his prostate more often than not, then relaxes into the pillow.

“Good boy. Just like that.”

Rhys finally pushes himself up onto his hands to gawk at Joe. His blue eyes are

half-lidded and hazy, but the way he’s staring at Joe is so loving that he smiles up at him and runs his thumb over his bottom lip. Rhys welcomes it into his mouth happily, sucking on it as he keeps fucking into Joe. The warmth coursing through his belly and surrounding his thumb makes Joe sigh in pleasure, his head rolling to the side. He keeps his eyes open no matter how desperately he wants to let them slide shut because Rhys isn’t forfeiting eye contact, and Joe doesn’t want to deny him. Rhys mumbles something, and Joe slides his thumb from his mouth, resting it on his bottom lip.

“What’s that?”

“Can I kiss you now?” Rhys asks desperately as his hips stutter. He catches himself immediately and forces himself to still, steadying himself with a deep breath before resuming his earlier pace. Joe smiles appreciatively, doesn’t bother answering properly, and just pulls Rhys into a kiss. He keeps it gentle, focusing on Rhys’ lower lip and licking into his mouth occasionally, tracing his teeth, and Rhys just takes it. He kisses back weakly but only to follow Joe’s lead, chasing his tongue lazily or pressing into a particularly insistent kiss. Joe rumbles happily.

“You’re doing so good for me.”

“Please,” Rhys begs incoherently. Joe can feel his muscles tensing and knows he’s close. 

All things considered, he has lasted reasonably long, so he decides to indulge him.

“Get me off first, and you’ll have earned it.” Rhys nods, gasping, and hovers his head over Joe’s cock. With a confirming nod, he takes Joe in his hand, tightening the pleasure in Joe’s gut. His legs clamp around Rhys’ hips and bucks into his hand, making Rhys chase him. “Lick your palm,” Joe gasps. Rhys complies, licking a messy stripe across his hand and wrapping his fist around Joe’s dick again. The slide is easier, and Joe shudders, panting at the ceiling as Rhys devotes all his attention to getting him off. He can feel himself spasming around Rhys’ cock and shushes him when he cries out, doubtlessly painfully close. Rhys starts begging Joe to come, which is something in itself, then gently dips his finger into Joe’s slit. He moans as his legs go limp, then his body surges as he releases over Rhys’ hand. It’s barely dribbled onto his belly before Rhys is babbling breathlessly in his ear to join him. He nods, still coming down, and Rhys shoves his arms under Joe and holds him to his chest. He jackhammers into him, and then he stills, ramrod straight. Joe pets his hair as he comes, shushing him and kissing his temple as he chokes out odd sounds and gasps. Finally, Rhys grunts and shifts his weight to one forearm. Joe croons, still catching his breath.

“Good, good boy,” he praises, petting and caressing his back. He uses his free hand to press his head down to his chest, and Rhys goes happily. Joe’s face scrunches up when he slips out of him, squirming a bit at the feeling of his cum dripping out. They’ll need to shower, both because of that and that now Rhys’ chest is pressed against Joe’s cum covered abdomen. Rhys is either unaware or unbothered, entirely content to listen to Joe’s heartbeat and have his hair played with. Joe feels slightly absurd, laying his legs open for Rhys to cling to him because his hands are still trapped under his back, but it’s pleasant enough that he pushes the thought away. Rhys trembles with an aftershock, and Joe laughs softly.

“You okay?” He murmurs, tucking his chin in to see the half of Rhys’ face not squished into his chest. The other nods against him and kisses his collarbone.

“Are you?” Rhys asks back.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Joe pets him a bit longer, then lifts Rhys’ chin to look at him. “You can’t do that again,” he states simply. Rhys nods and shuts his eyes.

“I know.”

“Will you do it again?”

Rhys hesitates. “I don’t know.”

Joe nods slowly and guides Rhys’ head back down. He scratches between his shoulder blades. “I’m not going to leave you.”

“I’m sure you’ve said that before,” Rhys mumbles, surprising Joe. It hurts, but he knows the other is right.

“I have,” he admits, “but I never will again.” He lets them lapse into silence, trusting that Rhys understands him.

“You promise?”

“Just as long as your corpse offerings stay between us and don’t get me stuck with a red notice, then yes, I promise.”

Rhys hums, apparently satisfied. “When are we going to shower?” Joe chuckles. “When I can feel my legs.”

“Mkay,” he mumbles. Joe watches Rhys’ eyes slide shut, glad he’s stayed calm this long. He knows he can’t expect Rhys not to be, well, Rhys. And he knows just as well that he can’t lie to himself and say he doesn’t like Rhys for who he is. He just has to accept it and occasionally degrade him when he steps out of line – which is never the solution he expected he’d have to take when dealing with a murderous psychopath. But, whatever works. And this, in some sick, twisted way, definitely works.

[crybabypr1ncess]

I’m literally Joe Goldberging over this boy~

[daaydreamy]

ahhh i just read your sub!joe blurb … MY GOD it was so good <33

i saw that it was your blurb night and that you were taking requests, so would it be possible to request #38 with joe, and reader overstims him there too >.<

𓄹𓈒 38 - making out in the backseat of a car

“Fuck.” Joe groaned and glanced out of the window beside him to check if they were any people around, before returning to Y/N’s lips and letting her lipstick smear all over his own. He whined into her mouth and let the grip he had on her hips tighten a little, his hips fucking up into her hand needily. She quickened the pace of her strokes and all he could hear was the slick sound of her wet hand and his heartbeat in his ears, soft whimpers leaving his lips from all the overstimulation.

“You don’t think I’ve noticed all the times you’ve stared at me, Joe? You’re not very subtle.” Y/N chuckled softly against his cheek, glancing down at his lap where she was sitting, letting the pad of her thumb rub against his tip, smiling when he groaned loudly, unable to move away and only able to squirm from her addictive touch that he often thought about when it was late at night and he was alone with his dirty, perverted thoughts.

“Christ.” He gasped out and threw his head back against the car seat, which Y/N took as a chance to lean in and start kissing his neck, leaving kiss marks there, too. She would give him a little bite and wasn’t afraid to leave marks, eventually pulling back and admiring her work.

“I never knew you’d be this needy. It’s almost… pathetic, Joe.” Y/N said in a mocking tone, bringing her hand up and shoving two fingers in his mouth, making him moan in shock as he opened his eyes and looked into hers, his lips closed around her fingers and letting his tongue run along them.

“Is this what you do, huh? Do you fuck your hand when you’re in your bed and think of me, wishing I was there, fucking you?” She teased and it felt like all of Joe’s blood was hot, coursing through his body. She pulled her fingers out of his mouth and gave his cheek a wet slap, making him moan softly, his head falling back against the headrest.

a/n: thank you so so much, i’m so glad you enjoyed it!!! i hope you enjoy this one as well!! :-)

[lanawinterscigarettes]

what if i asked for a joe goldberg x fem reader (kinktober) against the wall sex?? and praise?? it feels so awkward requesting this— is it okay 😭 dom reader maybe??

it's absolutely okay! I know that sometimes requesting smut can feel a little weird, but you're perfectly fine so don't worry <3 thanks for the request!

Kinktober 2024 Day 19: Joe Goldberg x fem reader against the wall sex and praise kink

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, sex against a wall, penetrative sex (p in v, please make sure to use a condom irl), praise kink, partially clothed sex, sub Joe, dom reader, the reader's a massive tease/Joe has a slight humiliation kink, brief hair pulling, hickeys mentioned, the reader is implied to be as obsessive and crazy as Joe is

The pictures hanging on the nearby wall shook as Joe slammed you against it, his mouth meeting yours in a flurry of teeth and tongue. Even after being together for all this time, it was still hard for him to keep his hands off you.

"You look so gorgeous today," he breathed out, his voice sounding a little raspy when he spoke. His eyes roamed over your body, his hands planted firmly on your hips as he held you trapped between him and the wall behind you.

You couldn't help but think about just how pathetic he looked, especially when he got so desperate for you- which happened so frequently it was hard to keep track of. If you had a nickel for every time he pounced on you the second you got home for the day, neither of you would need to work for the rest of your lives because you'd be filthy rich.

"You flatter me," were the words you purred back in response, your arms wrapped around his neck to ensure he stayed as close to you as possible, not that he planned on pulling away anytime soon. "Maybe you should take a look into the mirror sometime, then you'd see that you're not so bad yourself."

He practically whined at your lighthearted teasing, hiding his face in the side of your neck as he hands clutched onto your hips even tighter. He could feel his already hard cock straining against the fabric of his jeans.

Luckily for him, your pants had already been discarded long before this point, so all he had to do was pull your underwear to the side if he wanted to slip in. But first things first, he needed to take a deep breath, otherwise he'd bust the second he was inside.

The sound of you chuckling is what broke him free from his thoughts. "You're so cute when you try acting like you're not as affected as you really are," you cooed in a tone that was mostly affectionate and only slightly condescending.

Regardless of whether you were mocking him or not, it still turned him on to hear you say that. Any of the blood that wasn't causing his face to flush had already rushed further downwards, making him impossibly harder. He needed you, and he needed you now.

With one hand still pinning your hips to the wall, the other moved down to unzip his pants, pushing both them and his boxers down far enough to be able to pull his cock out. He was already panting by this point, and if you didn't know any better you'd have thought the sounds you were hearing was a pug trying to breathe after taking a walk on a hot summer day.

"Easy, baby. I'm not going anywhere." The teasing comments coming from you certainly didn't help matters.

The hand that wasn't still on your hips wrapped around his aching cock, pumping it a few times before he reluctantly let go and pulled your underwear to the side, slowly but surely slipping in. A noise that was something between a whimper and a groan left his lips as he felt you clench around him, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

"I'm surprised you've been able to last this long. Usually you'd had finished before you were even inside," you mused in a slightly breathless voice, not having lost the certain air of cockiness about you that you always gained whenever the two of you had sex.

He whined loudly in response, his hips forcfully bucking up into yours, pushing him in deeper. God, you were always such a tease. It drove him crazy in the best possible way.

"I- I didn't want to leave you hanging," he muttered as he started to thrust at a relatively quick pace, one that had your nails digging into his back through his shirt as your own back arched up off the wall behind you.

You bit your lip while moving your face in a little closer to his, speaking next to his ear in a low and sultry tone. "How thoughtful of you. You're always so considerate, huh? Always so good for me."

He felt his knees buckle at your whispered words, his legs almost giving out. The impact you had over him was tremendous, and you were well aware of it.

"S- Stop." He hid his face in the side of your neck again, hoping you hadn't been able to catch a glimpse of how red his face had become. He let out a soft grunt when he felt your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer and pushing him deeper within you, the tip of his cock brushing against your sensitive velvety walls.

"I don't think you're in any position to be making demands right now." Your hands moved up his back, one of them finding its way to the nape of his neck as you laced your fingers through his dark, curly hair.

Before he could protest, your fingers tightened their grip and tugged his head back, pulling his face away from your neck. His eyes were wide with a mixture of arousal and humiliation, though the first one was clearly winning out of the two.

"Now, behave."

The stern tone of your voice was enough to snap him out of whatever sort of flustered, somewhat bratty mood he was in. "Y- Yes, ma'am," he breathed out quietly, desperate to please you.

The strict gaze in your eyes softened as you loosened your grip on his hair, gently running your fingers through it instead of gripping onto it tightly like you had before. "That's it, good boy."

Joe could feel his cock twitch as a jolt of pleasure ran through him at your praised, but he held off on finishing, wanting to make you feel good first. He kissed you in a way that was much more tender than earlier, his hands holding onto your hips with affection rather than possession.

As much as you enjoyed it when he allowed his lust to take control of him and guide his actions, you had to admit you liked it when he mellowed out even more. He was much more agreeable that way.

"Good boy, good boy, that's it," you spoke out loving words of praise as his mouth went from your lips to your neck, carefully marking up the area as he purposely rolled his hips against yours. You needed him the same way he needed you, even if you'd never say it out loud. The two of you completed each other in the best (and worst) ways possible.

After all, who else would be able to love him as unconditionally as you did? No one, that's who. You shuddered to think about the woman after you who might try to take your place.

There wouldn't be a woman after you, there couldn't be. You refused to even toy with the notion. It was you and him, forever. And you'd rather die than allow someone else to take your place.

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Nest.

Part 3.

Joe x Love x Reader | Dark Obsession, Possessive Smut, Psychological Breakdown

Warnings: Dub-con undertones, emotional manipulation, possessiveness, graphic sexual content (fem!reader receiving rough sex from Joe, reader giving oral to Love), dominance/submission, unhealthy dynamics, gaslighting, crying kink, dark love.

It’s your own fault if you continue.

Part 2.

⸻

You didn’t make it far.

Two steps from the door before Joe caught you.

He dragged you back by your wrist—firm but eerily calm—and the look in his eyes wasn’t anger.

It was heartbreak.

It was betrayal.

It was ownership.

You barely get a word out before Love is on her knees in front of you, clutching your thighs, sobbing like you shattered her world.

“You were leaving us? After everything?” she cries, voice breaking. “We love you more than anyone ever could!”

You try to shake your head, to explain, to lie.

But Joe just hooks his arm around your waist, lifting you off your feet effortlessly, carrying you toward the bed like you weigh nothing.

Love follows like a broken doll, sniffling, whispering, “We’ll fix it. We’ll fix her. She’s just scared.”

⸻

Joe doesn’t say a word as he strips you bare.

Every movement is precise. Controlled. Terrifying.

When he pushes you down onto the bed, he doesn’t even look angry—he looks determined.

“You forgot who you belong to,” he murmurs, voice low and deadly soft.

Love crawls up beside you, trembling hands cupping your face.

“Show me,” she begs, tears shining in her lashes. “Please… show me you still love us.”

You would do anything to make the devastation in her voice go away.

Anything.

Even as Joe pushes your thighs open brutally wide and lines himself up at your entrance, you nod.

You whisper a broken “yes” against Love’s mouth.

⸻

Joe slams into you in one sharp, unforgiving thrust.

You cry out, your body unprepared for the roughness, the sheer overwhelming force of it—but he doesn’t slow down.

His hands grip your hips bruisingly tight, forcing you to take it, forcing you to feel every brutal inch of him.

“Feel that?” he growls against your ear. “That’s what you almost threw away.”

Love kisses your tears away, her thighs straddling your chest.

“Be good,” she whispers, voice wrecked and needy. “Please, be good for us, baby.”

She shifts forward, her thighs tightening around your head, and you understand exactly what she wants.

You don’t hesitate.

You can’t.

You tilt your head up and drag your tongue through her slick folds, tasting the salt of her need, the desperation in her body.

Love whimpers brokenly, rocking against your mouth, threading her fingers into your hair.

⸻

Joe fucks you harder—faster—the bed creaking under the brutal pace.

Every thrust knocks you deeper into Love’s core, your mouth wet and messy against her, your tongue desperate to make her come.

“You belong to us,” Joe hisses, driving into you like he’s trying to carve the truth into your body. “Say it.”

You moan into Love’s cunt, the vibrations making her gasp, her hips grinding down harder against your face.

Love is crying again—shaking, sobbing—but it’s not sadness anymore.

It’s relief.

It’s possession.

“Our good girl,” she pants, riding your mouth. “Our sweet girl—so good, so good for us—”

Joe’s thrusts grow brutal, almost punishing, until your whole body is trembling between them, used and worshipped and claimed.

You don’t know whose orgasm hits first—yours or Love’s.

Maybe both.

Maybe it doesn’t matter.

All you know is you’re falling—sinking—owned.

⸻

Afterward, you’re boneless. Shaking. Drifting.

Joe cradles you against his chest like you’re precious.

Love kisses every inch of your face like she’s apologizing for hurting you.

“You’re safe now,” she whispers.

“You’re home,” Joe murmurs.

And somewhere deep inside…

a part of you believes them.

[opt1mistic]

PERVY ROOMMATE!JINX HEADCONS

jinx x reader. cw: perv activities, some nasty shit, smut? yeah kinda? idk, masturbation(both jinx & reader), implied sub!jinx, fem!reader, mentions of reader using lipstick. not proof read so ignore any and all mistakes. note: im very bad at writing headcons so if these suck i am so sorry i tried…..

pervy roommate!jinx who has a whole collection of your stuff in her room. she stores it all under her bed in a box. she doesn’t take it to be like a creep or anything, but also dont get her wrong she totally is, but she just likes you a whole lot. she has all kinds of stuff in there, from socks, to tissues with lipstick on them(like joe goldberg style)

pervy roommate!jinx who sneaks into your room when you’re not home and digs around in your hamper for your used panties. bringing them up to her nose, inhaling your scent, and stuffing them in her pocket. then she’s walking out of your room like she didn’t just totally take your dirty underwear. and the things she does with them—or i should say to them—are nasty, god awful even.

and if you’re asking ‘what may those things be?’, well let me tell you. she will take that pair of underwear and bring it up to her nose, pretending that it was your pussy that was there instead of your underwear. then, her slander and delicate fingers slid down her body, imagining that it was your hand there, and not hers.

it would move down her body with every deep inhale of the lingering smell of your underwear, letting the musk take over her senses. her fingers slipped under the her pants, and then her own panties, cupping her cunt.

slick slipping through her fingers as she held herself, putting pressure to her clit with the base of her palm, rubbing it in slight circles. “auhh…” flows out from her mouth. her eyes shut, and her hand is practically shoving your panties in her mouth. while the other hand is now moving down, and her fingers are moving into herself. deep and far.

feeling the tightness of her pussy around her digits, and the tips of her fingers hitting the spot where she knew felt good. “uuuh…” she moans out, breathlessly and quietly.

little yelps fell from her lips the more she played around with herself, juices leaking down her hand, wrist, and on to her sheets. she socked.

this was so wrong, but it felt too good to stop. tears of pleasure streamed down her face, singing moans of your name left and right. her orgasm getting colder and closer.

and finally, jinxs’ orgasm hit, cum falling down the, now empty, walls of her cunt, bringing her white coated fingers to wipe them off of your underwear.

she fixes her own underwear and pants, leaving her room and bringing back your panties and putting them back into your hamper, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the white satin covering them.

pervy roommate!jinx who’s room is right next to yours. the walls are as thin as paper, you could hear everything happening on the other side. she puts her ear to the wall to listen to your pretty moans as you please yourself. you’re not even moaning all that loud, but again, the walls aren’t thick so a noise above a whisper can be heard.

sometimes, when pervy roommate!jinx is feeling extra risky, she would come to the door of your bedroom, slid her phone under your door, not too much so you couldn’t see it, and records your moans for her own personal use later that night when you’re sleeping.

pervy roommate!jinx who has tons and tons of naked pictures of you in her phone. theyre all lock up in a folder, ofc, so no one but her can see them. and obv, you’re not aware that she has any of these bc most of them were taken while you were showering, completely unaware someone was taking pictures of you. and some were taken when she sneaks into your room while you’re asleep,(naked for unknown reasons), and steals pictures.

pervy roommate!jinx who gets off to every single on of those pictures with absolutely no shame in her chest. such an innocent thing, getting off, turned perverted by looking at pictures of the girl she’s completely and utterly in love with, obsessed with, on a level above normal.

pervy roommate!jinx who stalks the socials of the girls you have over(dont even ask how she found them) and gets so jealous, because how could you like them and not her? did you think they were prettier than her? or did you just not like her?

[daresplaining]

Daredevil vol. 4 #11 by Mark Waid, Chris Samnee, Matthew Wilson, and Joe Caramagna

I'm afraid I must set the record straight and add that Foggy is giving both Matt and Clint too much credit here (which speaks to the fact that Matt was the one who originally told him this story and he definitely changed a few details).

Yes, the fight ended when Clint whipped out a phosphorus arrow and Matt had to pretend to be blinded by it. However...

Daredevil vol. 1 #99 by Steve Gerber, Sam Kweskin, Syd Shores, Stan Goldberg, and Artie Simek

Unless Clint snuck in a quick jab between panels, there wasn't even a punch involved. Matt was just so committed to his "blind" act that he sat down on the grass to wait for his "vision" to return, while Clint took the opportunity to heroically book it for the nearest bus out of there. A dignified fight all around. In Matt and Natasha's words:

(The Sub-Mariner took approximately two punches and a lamppost. And Matt didn't even die. Much less embarrassing.)

[virginburial]

.·:*¨༺    a little death.    ♱   chad meeks-martin   ༻¨*:·.

SUMMARY: in which you have a pretty intense night terror alternatively, in which you, a friend of the core four, is stuck at a slumber party, where Chad comforts you after having a nightmare

SHIP: afab!reader x chad meeks-martin WARNINGS: explicit content (minors stay out), unprotected p n v, praise kink, sub!reader, soft dom!chad, choking/gagging, reader jealous as fuck towards Tara, ethan/chad rivalry?? for your attention, "i kIsS tHe sCaRs On hEr SkIn!1!1!!1! XD" type shit, chad is coochie drunk (and a heavy dirty talker), random storytelling/porn with a plot. fluff if you squint. TW FOR: mentions of murder, character death, grief, recovery/healing, ptsd related topics, body image.

WORD COUNT: 6.1K

SONG: a little death by the neighbourhood.

A/N: hello hotties!! i told myself "this is going to be a short one it's pretty to-the-point" but then i forgot who the fuck i was and realized i don't know chill and wrote 6K words of this. typical me behavior. this is for my shawties you love some emotional intimacy <3 chad is the actual loml, i'm shocked i'm writing for him now when i should've done this more last year lol REBLOGS, NOTES, AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED !!    

.·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

you woke up to your scream. 

It was Halloween weekend, and the news had just broke about the two murdered college students, and their film professor. You, a Woodsboro native knew exactly what this meant. You weren't just any Woodsboro native; you were directly involved with the recent Ghostface massacre of 2022. You had lived in Woodsboro for only a short fraction of your life, yet what happened there impacted everything you do now. 

You had moved from the south; Georgia-Florida-Alabama-ish. You met your current friends in your eighth grade year; coincidentally, the year one of your friends, Tara, had an issue where her sister ran from home. you enjoyed your little life there until it was viciously torn from you by your best friend and her psycho-groomer boyfriend-who you always had a bad feeling about. you were dating Wes at the time of his death, and after he went, so did all of your patience for the slasher genre. fuck the box office, fuck the critics, fuck the movie. 

when things had finally settled down, you and your newfound family decided to make the ambitious move to new york.  you were stuck being undeclared though as you slowly figured out what you want to get out of your experience at Blackmore. which all leads to now; October 30th, and the boogeyman you only saw in your dreams or in old photos of amber, was now prowling Manhattan for the survivors and fresh meat; ridiculous and fucked, that's what that is. your new friends; Ethan, Quinn, and Anika barely knew the drill. but you did. you've played this game before, unaware you were playing; now your focus could not be shaken.

Sam had suggested a fucked-up slumber party of sorts; "if we all stay together then he won't attack." "or we could be feeding him an all-you-can-eat buffet." Mindy croaks after Sam. Regardless, you knew that it was probably for the best everyone stayed together, especially the new ones. you had your suspicions about Ethan, who seemed to have taken a liking to you. the average sweet nerdy boy who's a bit corny, it all seemed a little too familiar. he would still try to get you to talk to him, stare you down, you could've sworn he stole something out of one of your drawers some time ago while looking for the restroom. you would never admit this out loud, because everyone is always so fucking uptight, but you never really cared about how he objectified you. you liked the attention. 

but he gave off joe goldberg energy, and you were more of a steve harrington girl.

it beats having to look at your long-term crush, Chad, who was falling for Tara. you always felt like the silver lining of both of your partners dying would be that he would finally look at you; but just like Wes when she first got attacked, Chad's eyes were on Tara. fucking Tara. nothing wrong with her, she was your friend. maybe you just needed to stop crushing on and dating boys who would all rather fuck Tara Carpenter than give you the light of day. but then again, you don't even think you're ready for romance to reappear in your life. last year you were manipulated, stalked, and stabbed; Tinder sex would be a nightmare. so there goes that pipe dream. 

you were sleeping in Tara's room with Quinn, Mindy, and Anika, while Chad and Ethan slept in the living room and Sam slept in Quinn's room; which was closer to everyone. It took everyone until midnight to get ready for bed, then Tara's music was too loud, and then Mindy and Anika started getting frisky which caused Tara to yell out "ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING?!" which led to Quinn screaming and laughing, which caused Ethan and Chad to rush in like knights ready to save the damsels, who were just making out. so Anika and Mindy were banished (by Chad) to Sam's room. you made a mental note to remind Sam to wash her sheets. 

you knew, despite the horrible situation that was starting to arise, that right now felt like any other night with your friends, and that it might be the last time things will ever be this way. so what had you screaming the way you are now? if not, a horrific night terror you had about how everything went down last year: the look in Richie's eyes piercing you through the mask as he violently stabs you, leaving gashes as you screamed out for the one person who can't even rescue you; Wes. this happened three hours after the last person went to sleep, making it 3 am. 

the thing with you that the others don't understand is that you had frequent nightmares about what happened. it's nearly a nightly occurrence and every night it's something different; Mindy's under the mask, Amber, Tara, Chad, Ethan, Sam, Anika, the Bodega guy, the guy who played Billy in Stab one, fucking Gale Weathers.  It keeps you up half the night, flashing your phone flashlight in the corner of your dorm and waking your dormmate. you used to sleep with a hunting knife; stuffing it under your pillow and holding it under there. you also have several cans of bear mace; you were Wes's girlfriend after all. you inherited all of his self-defense tools. 

the only one who understands is Sam. You can't believe the situation that's been happening between her and Tara; you would've killed to have an older sister who cares about you like Sam. Of course, your ID starts talking and tells you that Tara is just ungrateful to have a supportive family and Chad's attention and not want it. It fills you with envy. Sam gets it. Sam gets you. Sam tells you to try tea or get a medical marijuana card like she did, or try Zoloft like Mindy is doing. Mindy sarcastically suggests substance abuse. 

you scream, having it rip through the still silence that filled the apartment. with a flip of a light switch, the big overhead light shines over the scene of you; hyperventilating and pacing around as Tara rubs her eyes. The boys, with Mindy, rush into the room on queue as Quinn stands up from the bed. "hey! hey y/n!" she tries to get your attention, anything to break you free from the sobbing mess you were starting to become.  Tara decides to do the worst possible thing and start shaking you, she seems almost confused and pissed off as to why you woke her up. "y/n! look at me-" Tara tries to get your attention. "hey! Tara, that's not helping-" "-y/n, girl, what's wrong?" Quinn talked over Ethan.  

then, finally, Sam chimes in and pushes past everyone; shooting Tara a worried look as she slowly wraps her arms around you. you slowly sink in Sam's arms and sob as she softly pats your back. "another one?" she asked, and you nod, unable to speak as you take a harsh gasp and slowly breath out, trying not to sob more than you already have. you hated being so emotional in front of your friends, you hated being emotional in general. 

"wait so there was no one in here?" Ethan chirps.

Sam shakes her head. "no." she huffs out. "no no, just a night terror...I had one like this the other night. she'll be okay-" "-like hell she is, Samantha! I mean, look at her! she's shaking like a chihuahua!" Mindy blurts out. "I'm gonna make you tea, y/n," she announced as she went to the kitchen. Sam sighs, you could almost feel another brick weigh Sam down with the way she carried herself, then Tara spoke up. "Sorry I shook you, I...I panicked," she admits, which you knew was the truth. 

you sigh softly, your face beet red, blinking away the last of your tears. "it's f-fine-" "-it's really not, I mean, do you shake someone when they're having a seizure?" Tara lightly jokes, earning a small laugh as you sniffle. 

Sam speaks up. "I think one of us should stay here with y/n, at least until she falls back asleep. I would but I am very tired." 

"I don't mind-" "-i'll do it," Chad and Ethan said in unison, which ended with Ethan's side-eyeing Chad. then Chad spoke up again. "I can bore her with one of my old football stories, plus i've known her for years." if only you could read Ethan's mind, even when the look on his face said it all. Sam looks down at you, getting your nod of approval before glancing back at Chad. "yeah, that sounds good." 

Chad, who had come in charging with a chunky remote controller, just passed it to Ethan as he went back into the living room to grab his pillow. Sam rubbed her eye. "the girls can move to my room-" "-yikes." Mindy jingles as she came in with a mug. "I might've been sleeping there, with Anika, if you know what I-" Sam's face falls flat. "-you better be fucking joking, Mindy." she deadpans

"It's not like you're using that new mattress at its full capacity."

"okay gross." Chad gags, clutching his pillow and throwing it on the mattress. by then, Tara and Quinn already moved into Sam's room, probably collapsing at the door and sleeping on the floor as Mindy handed you the warm tea. She gives you a look that makes your stomach flip, it was almost sympathetic. almost like Mindy herself knows how it feels to be woken up like that. Mindy retreats to the room before Sam can say anything else. she sighs. "now I have an excuse to go to Target, and burn those sheets." she turns to you. "you sure you're gonna be fine here, with Chad?" she asks, Ethan, peering right behind her.

"Yeah, thanks, Sam," you tell her as she walks out, leaving just you, Chad, and Ethan. Ethan just purses his lips and gives you a weak smile before shutting the door and the lights off. you sit back down on the bed, grab the mug of tea, and sipped it sweetly, feeling the hot liquid run down your throat as Chad turns on the lamp. The room was cold, dimly lit with autumn new york air hitting your skin from the window next to you, the one Quinn cracked open. 

Chad groans softly as he flops on the messy bed. he's surprised anyone is even getting a wink of sleep tonight, especially you, with how stiff and cold you got the moment everyone left. he stares at you for a second, unable to say anything before blurting out. "...do you wanna watch a movie on my phone? it can be a funny one." he offers. "I have We Are The Millers downloaded." but you just retract even more. why? why can you just shut off whatever's stopping you from opening up? maybe it was the stark realization you never really trusted anyone, ever. 

you stayed silent, unsure of what to do; he wouldn't have offered if he didn't care a little. plus, it was only until you fell asleep. he was not going to stay with you the entire night. you turn to him, biting the inside of your cheek as you sip more of the tea. "no thanks, i've already seen it." you say. he isn't like Ethan; Ethan would just start leading the conversation with questions like 'Oh so what's a movie you haven't seen?' and whatever movie you think of off the top of your head will be the one that'll play. Chad just kind of stops after that; less of a nuisance but you were sure he wasn't at his full power since he hasn't really slept. because Chad can be annoying. 

"you know you hit the floor, right?"

you furrow your eyebrows. "what?"

"you fell off your bed, that's what woke you up. it was very loud, and woke me up," he says as he scoots over to you, sitting right next to you. "I'm a light sleeper now, it's a recent development. it's not all that fun...Tara said you were murmuring in your sleep too before you hit the ground." your face burns with embarrassment. "...how often does that happen?" he curiously asked. 

"What is to you?"

"just looking out for you. y'know, since the masked killer that tried killing us last year is trying to kill us again." his voice dripped with sarcasm. you scoff. of course. "...it happens a lot, maybe one of two times a week? it used to be every night." 

"I guess that explains your caffeine addiction."

you chuckle weakly. "thanks doctor dudebro." 

"I'm just saying, I wish you would've told one of us you were having nightmares..." he voices. "you know, Mindy used to have really bad nightmares. She would call me almost every night around the same time, just screaming and hyperventilating. it feels pretty real at the moment. then you wake up and it's not real." he mumbles towards the end. looking down a bit. you study the expression on his face, you knew Chad was more than some meathead jock, he gave you butterflies, and he seemed to be the healthiest among the survivors. he looks at you. "I'm on like 75 milligrams of Zoloft at all times so...I know what it's like, I've had my fair share of Richie-Amber adjacent nightmares," he confesses. 

your stomach churns from what comes out of his mouth. "is that why you agreed to stay here? to talk me into talking about what happened and get medicated-" you jumped.  Chad shakes his head. "no no, I'm not here to tell you what to do, or how to heal,  It's just...hard seeing you this way." you know exactly what he means, so you dropped the stubborn act. "I know none of us are really dealing with it, but now it's happening again...and I don't want to get hurt again. I don't..." he processes what he's about to say before expressing it; "...I don't want any of us to get hurt again."

"...do you think about her?" you blurt out. "liv, I mean." 

Chad freezes. you almost start to feel bad about bringing her up before he responds with. "most days." he croaks out softly. "sometimes I think if I would've just done what she wanted and went upstairs with her, things would be different." he fiddles with his fingers. "but then again, probably in the worst way, right? I don't know what I would've done if...if it was Mindy. or you." he flashes you a frail smile. "I think about her every time I hear a Paramore song, or when I see orange is the new black on Netflix or pink box dye. I hate the smell of that sugar cookie body mist that Quinn uses, it's the same one Liv had. She wanted to study 'abnormal psychology', she would've loved it up here...what about you? Do you think about Wes?"

"every night." your voice slightly breaks. "his Spotify account is still up, all the music he neatly organized into playlists for us is still on there, just collecting dust," you mumble, then, you feel pressure slowly lift off your chest as you continued to talk about him. "I deleted Spotify, though. can't be on there without seeing something he made for me or seeing his face, and Instagram too. His dad gave me a box of his things at the funeral and I brought it with me here, I can't look at it for very long without crying," you confess. "...can I be honest?"

"This is probably the most honest you'll ever get me, so shoot."

You let out a sigh, feeling your heart drop to your stomach as you stared into his eyes. "things in my life were already starting to go downhill before everything, and now...it never will feel the same, you know? I will never get over this, i'll just have to learn how to live with it when it's already happening again." Chad watches you, seeing your eyes sorrowly hang as the words spilled from you. he hates seeing you like this. you used to be so full of life, animated, and passionate; now you were just a shell. he softly bumps his shoulder next to you and gives you a reassuring smile. "...you're not alone." his voice softly spoke. "it feels lonely, but you're not alone." 

you finish the tea, setting it on the nightstand before Chad speaks up again. "what makes you say that, though?" he perks up. "that things were starting to go downhill?" he asks, maybe genuinely curious. you bite the inside of your cheek. "I had this feeling that Wes was in love with Tara. I thought I was just going crazy but after Ghostface attacked her, and I saw the way he looked at her, I knew I couldn't keep denying it anymore. I just wanted him to look at me the way he looked at her, everyone looks at her like that, but now he can't because Amber wanted to cosplay Stu Macher." you spat, your condescending tone dripping in anger. "...i've just been filled with jealousy ever since, mostly towards Tara, sometimes at Quinn...the whole situation made me feel...ugly."

Chad scoffs a little, and you immediately get defensive, but the better half of you knows Chad is not going to judge you. "you? jealous of Tara?! Tara Carpenter? The same Tara in this apartment?!" he seems almost appalled. "y/n...Tara Carpenter is a mess." he exposes. "Tara shows up to class drunk. Tara got her driver's license suspended. Tara's mom dropped her after her dad and Sam left already. Tara almost died three times!! Wes was crazy for you, he loved you-it annoyed the shit out of me really but he did. Tara might be pretty but she isn't you...I know what you're trying to say, but the last person you should be jealous of is Tara." Chad rambles. silence falls on the both of you for a second as you process what he told you; he's right. Tara has some horrible luck, you needed to stop comparing yourself to her. 

"...if it makes you feel better, I get jealous of Ethan."

well, that was a shock. "huh?!"

Chad chuckles softly. "yeah, I do, I get jealous of Ethan sometimes." you can notice him getting a bit flustered. "he-he's just lucky, you know? he didn't experience what we did, so he can walk alone at night and go to bars without feeling like he's being watched...he isn't active, which annoys me so much." he raises his hands in defense. "I know I know, it's not my life, but when he does tag along and goes to the gym with me, he can work out a lot longer than I can. he can wear whatever he wants. he can take his shirt off and no one will stare at him or ask questions. he doesn't have chronic pain. he can go and date whoever he wants and not feel bad about his body, or feel bad that he's cheating on his dead girlfriend...little shit like that makes me jealous," he admits, pressing his tongue against his cheek. "my injuries from last year were so severe that I can't even play my favorite sport anymore, and Ethan just gets to sit around and play World of Warcraft with his perfect nervous system." his words stung. 

you couldn't think of anything to say, because he was right; it's not fair, none of this is fucking fair. suddenly, you can't help but slide your hand over to his, squeezing it softly. Chad studies you for a second, his brown eyes scanning how beautiful your features looked in the dark, you couldn't help but notice how clammy his hands were starting to get, he opens his mouth to say something, then he stops himself before saying something else; "...can I show you?" he asks. 

you glance over at him, seeing how close to you he already was. you could feel your cheeks heating up as your eyebrows slightly raised from his request. you were shocked that he trusted you. "you...wanna show me? you won't even show Mindy-" "-Mindy can never take anything seriously, y/n. She's gonna call me Tony the Tiger if I show her." that made you chuckle, considering one of the scars that you had also looked like animal print; or you romanticized it to the point where it reminded you of a zebra stripe. so you nod. "yeah...yeah you can show me."

Chad, noticeably nervous, sighs before lifting his shirt slightly, revealing not one, not two, or three, but four or more deep scars that dented his already chiseled chest. your face flushes, blood traveling to your cheeks as you examine his body, how his skin was still healing, how deep the valley of his abs truly was. your throat goes dry, almost like you can't process the amount of pain Chad might be going through or what he went through when he got those scars. It's almost like he sees you contemplating on what to say; if there was anything you can say to make him feel better. your lips slowly part as you lean in closer. 

"you can touch it." Chad chimes. 

you look up at him for approval, even though he told you that you could. shakily, your hand slowly grazes down his chest, your fingers running down the canyons of his chest, reminding yourself that this was the case for you too, both physically and mentally scarred. you could feel Chad's breath hitch softly, and you stop. "did I hurt you or-?" "-no, no you didn't hurt me..." he says softly, his pupils growing in size as he watches you feel him. you know the room was not well-lit but you knew he could see you blushing. before you know it, Chad's hands slowly creep over to your hips, pulling you closer in the most unsubtle way. "may I?" he asks.

you were flustered, and all the blood that ran to your cheeks ran down to your core, feeling your heartbeat slowly revive itself down there as Chad's big hands rested themselves on your lower back. you squeezed your thighs together; you've wanted this for so long, you wanted Chad's attention since sophomore year, so you nod your head. Chad smiles softly at you before lifting your shirt slightly and exposing the scar on your stomach. you blushed from the tension and the embarrassment. you could feel Chad's hot breath on your neck as his fingers slowly graze your curves, just softly skimming past the waistband of your pajamas as he looks into your eyes. "...did I mention that I get jealous of the way Ethan looks at you?... Same reason I was so annoyed with Wes-"

the desperation of having Chad's hands on you drives you over the edge as you crash your lips into Chad's, feeling how chapped they were as you relax into the kiss. you did this for your inner teenager, who's probably doing summersaults because you're finally kissing Chad Meeks-Martin. before you knew it, Chad eagerly kisses you back, one of his hands squeezing your waist as the kiss grew more and more passionate. you weren't expecting this, but thinking back at it now, you should've seen this coming. you pull away from the kiss, realizing that your hands involuntarily wrapped themselves around his neck, and your faces were just a few inches apart. "well shit..." Chad mumbles as you notice his cheeks turning a dark shade of red. 

he then grabs your chin delicately and kisses you softly, making sure you were present as his hands drop to your hips. the last person you were with like this was Wes, and you knew Chad was in the same boat with Liv. you pull away, seeing his lips chase after yours as you placed his hand on his chest. "Chad...should we be doing this?" he stares into you, his bottom lip caught in his teeth as he gnaws on it, unsure of what to say. "I would like to..." he said softly, pulling you closer. "We should make some new memories..." he huskily whispers before attaching his lips to your neck. your breath hitches as you grab onto him, and once he does that, you realized you wanted nothing more than to fuck Chad. "w-we should." you respond.

Chad manhandles you, again, pushing you back up against the mattress, grabbing your neck and jaw as he leaves open-mouthed kisses, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin as a soft gasp leaves you. he hovers on top of you, his breath getting heavier with each kiss before pulling away from your neck entirely. the look he gives you is full of passion. "besides, can't watch you squeeze your thighs like that and expect me not to want you..." he mumbles softly. your heart feels like it's on crack at this point, your stomach cramming with anxiety and lust as you kissed him roughly. 

his lips felt so right on yours like they were always supposed to be there. he quickly gets in between your legs and reattaches his lips to your collarbone, his hands sliding down to your hips as you press them up against his growing bulge. a small moan escaped passed his lips as you grab his face and bring him back to your neck. every touch fills you with passion, your moans getting increasingly louder before Chad completely pulls away. "shhh." he chuckles softly, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him, squeezing your cheeks a little. "our friends are right outside, don't wanna wake them, right angel?" god he's so fucking fine. "no matter how cute you sound."

Chad delicately pulled your shirt off, revealing your tits, since you pulled your bra off before climbing into bed. his eyes could not peel away from them, as hard as he tried to focus on anything else. he gently flicked his tongue around the bud off your left tit, then slowly slides his tongue down your stomach, over your scar, and down to your abdomen. your face soured up from how different it felt having Chad kiss and suck and lick down your stomach. he leans up and kisses you. "your body is so beautiful, you know that?" he mumbles softly against your ear, and you respond by nodding, because deep down you always knew, just never affirmed. 

Chad's hands slowly found themselves sliding off your silk pajama shorts, which might've been driving him crazy all night. he slowly reveals your panties, basic cotton white boyshorts with a wet stain conveniently down the middle. he pulls you to the edge of the bed, standing up as he gets a better look. he smirks at the sight of it, you could see his mouth nearly watering as his left hand softly grazes your clothed core. his class ring hitting your sensitive nub as your hips gently jerk to the sensation of it. then, his hand softly slaps it, a soft, wet squelch coming out of you as your body jolts again. you whine as he starts to speak; "fuck...poor angel, must be very desperate, huh?" he taunts. 

you can barely think of what to say, already so desperate to feel him that you just lazily nodded your head. he grabs your face. "cmon, use your words." he says gently. it makes you feel so weak in the knees as his free hand softly caresses your cunt. "when was the last time you came, angel? you're so sensitive..." he uses his thumb to rub your throbbing clit in circles, still waiting for you to answer. "l-long ago..." and you weren't lying. it's hard to focus on yourself and your needs when you're constantly in survival mode, and it's harder to make yourself cum when the last person who did got brutally murdered. Chad gets it, considering how flaccid his anti-depressants made him. seeing you in this position, though, finally gives him the hard-on he's been waiting for. "let's fix that." 

He slowly slips two fingers into you, watching your back arch as he quickly covers your mouth, his hand taking up half of his face as he thrusts them slowly in you. he sees your body slowly adjusting to his fingers as your muffled moans pushed pass the cracks of his knuckles. his class ring hits your clit with a certain rhythm, making you twitch as you hold onto his wrist. "fuck" you mumble in Chad's hand as he starts to recklessly pound his fingers into you. his actions were so rough but his words were so sweet, causing your brain to almost malfunction; "taking my fingers so fucking well." he pants softly. 

your faint moans turned into muffled screams when Chad stuffs a third finger in there, curling them and thrusting them deeper and deeper into your aching hole. his hand clamping harder around your mouth as your screams got louder and higher. he looked so determined to push you over the edge, it's almost like he wants you to cum all over his fingers. 

your eyes flutter as his thumb grazes over your clit. fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. you wish you had the entire apartment to yourself so you can scream and moan and do Chad on the dining table. for now, you're settling with him shutting you up with his knuckles deep in your hole. you can't help but feel your walls tighten around his fingers. he drags his fingers out and glances up at you, seeing how flustered and aroused you were as he slowly pulled off your panties, shushing you gently and moving his hand away from your mouth. "open wide angel." he hums before stuffing them in there.  

you could taste how tart you were, saliva staining the panties as he slowly slides his finger down your folds, using his free hand to whip his cock out. You faintly groaned out in frustration. you haven't felt this good in so long, your skin hot to the touch as your fingernails dug themselves into his shoulder blades. your eyes pleading as they found themselves staring at his cock; you knew Chad was pretty big, Liv might've ranted a little bit about how she was 'sore' from the first time she did it with him. you weren't expecting him to be so thick either. you could see his cock tremble, his tip already soaked in precum as it glistens in the dim lighting, the lamp hitting it just right as he smirks at you. "come on, angel, show me how bad you need it." he coos softly, brushing your hair behind your ear.

you rest yourself on your elbows, staring down at that Alaskan bull worm Chad calls a penis as you imagine yourself getting nearly split in half by him. how badly your hole was begging for any kind of contact as Chad's muscular arm wraps itself around your thigh. you could see his hand slowly pump his cock as he waited for your answer, maybe you propped up the way you were could get the job done for him. you whine and try to squeeze your thighs again before he forces them open, prying them apart like a Venus flytrap as he slowly inserts himself.  His tip slowly sinking into you "o..oh-f-fuck..." he groans softly, his voice getting even huskier as he pulls down on your hips. "your cunt sucks me up so well, angel...you're s-so tight." he mutters.

he slowly starts lunging his hips against yours, sweat gleaming from his forehead as he admires your reaction to every thrust, seeing your eyebrows furrow, your mouth falls open, your eyes fluttering, all of it just drives Chad insane. "such a pretty girl..." he nearly growls as he throws one of your legs over his shoulder; it's almost like he wanted to pace himself so he wouldn't get lost in the pleasure she was giving him; but it seemed nearly impossible as his pace increases. 

your muffled moans got louder and louder, causing Chad's strong hand to wrap around your neck and squeeze it softly, your moans becoming inaudible as he starts to brutally fuck you into the mattress. you thought this whole exchange would trigger something primal in you, freak you out too much that you end up running out of the room, but it was quite the opposite. Chad leans down. "your pretty moans are gonna wake t-them up, angel." he warns her again, his tone was so sweet though, it made you melt. "how do you t-think everyone's gonna f-feel when they see you getting fucked out-mhm-like the doll you are-?" he groaned out softly, his teeth grazing your ear and tugging on it. 

pleasure began to overwhelm you, your moans and whimpers turning into gasps and yelps as Chad clapped the hand he choked you with over your mouth, again. "f-fuck baby...you w-wanna be my angel, don't you?" he mumbles softly as your body started to jolt with pleasure, you could feel the panties hit the back of your throat, the essence of your juices left stuck on your tongue as your nails scratched up Chad's back. he then answers his own question. "I know you do, sweet girl...fuck, you hear how good you're taking me?" he praises. 

your own pleasure starts to build up as your back arches, and you can't help but cry out from how good it made you feel, it almost made you regret waiting so long before making a move on Chad, or anyone else really. Chad's dirty ramblings keep you on edge: "My cock fits so perfectly inside of you a-angel...wanna be buried in you like t-this all the time-mhmfuck-" his whispers start to turn into strained statements, the sound of skin slapping echoing inside the room, if anyone else was awake in the apartment, they probably would have already noticed the intense fucking happening in that room. 

the tip of his cock starts punching your g-spot like a boxer and his punching bag, you can't contain your muffled moans getting any louder; which causes Chad to cover your mouth for a third and final time. you could feel his cock seize inside of you as Chad's own groans start filling up the room. you were almost worried that Sam or Ethan were going to charge in here and see Chad balls deep inside of you. the pleasure starts to overwhelm you as your thighs shake uncontrollably, your hot breath wafting back into your face as Chad groans out quietly. "y-you need my cum, baby? mhm? that'll g-get you sleeping-" he manages to get out before feeling your juices gush out of you; realizing you had cum all over his cock, your body jerking in response as your eyes fluttered close.

involuntarily, Chad's cock squirms before you felt the thick ropes of his cum spill inside of you. you watched as his tense body finally relaxes into your touch, his heavy breaths and soft groans hitting your neck. seeing him slowly pull out and realizing he forgot to grab a condom from his wallet or check if Tara had some, oh well, it's not like he's gonna get murdered on the way to the pharmacy and back. he notices how limp you've become as he moves his hand away and pulls the panties out of your mouth. you can't help but notice how charming his smile was. he was glad he can catch you at this moment, all worn out and lazy but perfectly content, and finally dozing off to sleep. Chad gives you a lazy, soft kiss before you finally fell asleep.

the next morning, Chad and Mindy had run out to get breakfast; you were the last one to wake up, which Quinn noted as a good thing: "It means you finally caught up to your sleep schedule." which couldn't be further from the truth. you couldn't help but think about just a few hours prior, how good it all felt, how he basically fucked all the nervous energy out of you; feeling zen before the wave of reality hits you. The news was on, still talking about the new local Ghostface killings. you weren't sure if the slumber party kept you safer from the attacks or put you right in the middle of them, all you knew was that you had Chad as a bodyguard now. and when Chad finally comes back with several bags of Dunkin' breakfast sandwiches, he gave the only sprinkled donut he ordered to you. 

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Golden rubbers in these denim pockets

by molly

15+

This is a UG (underground) subliminal. Please do your research on ug subs before using; for they are considered to be more intense and dramatic than normal subliminals + since this is a ug sub, it will not be for everyone. The people who use this are CHOOSING to use it, do not report just block or ignore

with all that being said, here are the benefits!

-All of the sudden, your desired person has formed an intense obsession and attachment to you, he has indescribable feelings towards you now for some reason, his love for you was strong before but it has now reached a new level of attachment and intimacy where it seems like he feels only this way to you, he’s constantly maladaptive daydreaming about you and what it would be like to finally be with you, to finally be in a relationship with you, he’s basically like a real-life version of Joe Goldberg from the Netflix series “You”, his obsession for you has come to a point where he has people watch you when he can’t, he gets frustrated when he’s too busy to watch you or stalk your social media, he only has feelings for you; no other person could satisfy them sexually or romantically if they tried, his love and obsession towards you is like how Joe’s was to Beck in season one of “You”, You are the Beck to his Joe

-He genuinely believes in things like soulmates, fate, and destiny, he believes that you were both put on this earth for each other and were bound to be together; like you were made for each other, he fantasizes about you sexually and non-sexually, of course he wants to have sex with you but at the same time he wants you in a soft and romantic loving way as well, he imagines having a family with you and being together forever (stuff along those lines lol), from the way that things are going; I wouldn’t be surprised if he steals your phone or something like Joe did with Beck to see what she’s doing at all times, he has a strange need to be with you at all times, like he’s always snapping you, texting you, following you on all of your accounts and finding ways to make sure you hang out in person everyday, he’s even made nicey nice with your parents/parent so that you’re able to hang out later at night, he knows that since you’re so gorgeous or attractive that someone could swoop you up at any minute so he reaches out immediately to make sure he has you first, he needs you in every way that counts, physically, sexually, and romantically, whatever is on your Pinterest or vision board about him is what will become a reality, whatever you imagine or daydream about while listening will be a reality as well

Safety 🩹❤️‍🩹 (slight tw)

-So, I’ve noticed a lot of ug obsession subs or “yandere” subs include affirmations to be sa’d by your dp so I just want to clarify that this does not anything to do with getting kidnapped, r*ped, or hurt by your dp, even if you want that, that’s not that kind of sub so just acknowledge that please 🙏

-Also, if you’ve watched “You”, you’ll see that Joe in season one (and in all seasons probably because I never finished the show soo) is very deluded on what’s right for Beck and what she wants, I’ve added affirmations to make sure that you dp doesn’t get to the point where he’ll try to make decisions about your relationship or life for you, he’ll respect your decisions no matter what even if it’s ended the relationship because he cares about your happiness and your feelings, he’ll never force himself onto you sexually or romantically, his obsession will never get to the point where he feels the need to hurt you or kill you to make sure no one else can have you etc